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ims-monbebe · 6 years

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Let Me Touch You Because You’re Precious.

Author’s notice- Hey readers (the few that I have) I am back with yet another smut. Shocking I know. So the back story of how I came up with this is I was watching some of Jooheon’s stage performances and he’s just such a bad ass on stage. His demeanor is so serious and cut throat he literally dominates the fucking stage he owns. So I thought it would be a fun idea to write a super dom Jooheon with a really subby reader. Enjoy babies. Feedback is appreciated :-)

As always, if smut makes you uncomfortable please don’t read, but if you’re a pervert like me push on that keep reading button lmao.

Paring: Jooheon x Reader

Warnings: Daddy kink (a huge one), spanking, thigh riding, parsing, slight choking, orgasm denial, dirty talk, and I can’t remember what else but enjoy okok.

“Get back here!” You hear your boyfriend yell out to you as you stomp your way to the living room.

“No!” You yell back. “I’m fucking done talking to you Jooheon!”

"Well I’m not!“ He demands. His voice full of dominance. You felt small but there was no way you were going to let up.

"I said drop it Jooheon!” You turn around, rage and anger filling up every inch of your body. “I said I don’t know who the fuck texted me okay?”

“Bull-fucking-shit.” He spits out each word through his teeth. “I want answers Y/N. Who the fuck texts someone at 3 am?! More importantly, why are you texting back!?” Your phone is in his hands and in a matter of seconds he’s slamming it on your coffee table.

You roll your eyes and begin to walk away once again. Your body yanks back and Jooheon instantly turns you around. “What the fuck did I say about walking away from me huh?!”

Your eyes fight back tears. You hate fighting, especially with him. You stare back at him, his face full of rage, anger, desperation, passion. You couldn’t find it in you to speak to him. Especially since you genuinely didn’t know the number who contacted you. “Jooheon.” You say in a low voice. “I’m gonna tell you one last time, I don’t know who texted me.”

“I’m gonna say it again Y/N. Bullshit.”

More anger rises from your body. Your guys fights weren’t normal, they were filled with words that you regretted in the morning. This time wasn’t any different. “I fucking hate you.” You mumble, avoiding to meet his eyes.

His grip on you only tightens as he pushes you closer to his body. “Oh, so you hate me now do you?” His face is only inches apart from your own. His breath is hot against your skin as you bite on your bottom lip. “Answer me when I’m talking to you Y/N.” His voice was softer but his demands where stronger than before. You felt a chill run throughout your spine as he continued to speak. “You know what I do to girls that hate me?” You stay quiet. “Hmmm?” He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him.

“Jooheon please I don’t want to-” Your attempts at pushing him away quickly are declined as he’s slamming your back against your guys living room wall. A tiny whimper leaves your body as you hear a decoration crash onto the floor. Your arms defensively try to push him away but he only pins them above your head.

“I asked you, do you know what I do to girls that hate me Y/N?”

Your eyes only stare at him without saying any words. His eyes have changed. His angry demeanor has quickly diminished and is replaced with a new look you knew all too well. He licks at his bottom lip as he examines you from head to toe in the dim moonlight that was peeking through the curtains of your living room. “You fucking hate me now do you?”Your eyes continue to look away from him as an aching between your legs begin to grow. He leans forward, his soft luscious lips gently graze onto the skin of your earlobe. “I fuck the hate right into them.” He whispers into your ear, the raspiness in his voice makes you shutter at his words.

He effortlessly rips apart your pajama shirt, the cheap buttons crash onto the floor making a slight clanking noise. You can’t find it in your voice to disagree because you knew, and even he knew that you wanted this. He effortlessly picks you up in one of his arms and walks towards your couch. He sits down first with you still wrapped in his arms, your knees meet the sofa and you see the moonlight glistening in his eyes. “Bend over me.” He demands, his strong demanding voice seems to even shake the walls of your shared house.

“Y-yes.” You say in a low voice.

“Yes what?!” He shouts as he pushes you down on his lap.

“Y-yes daddy.” You say louder, knowing those words were music to his ears.

He pulls off your pajama pants and panties in one quick motion, leaving your bare ass exposed. “Good girl.” His hand comes up and gently squeezes your ass cheek. “Do you know how much you drive me crazy when you call me daddy?” You only nod and he continues to speak. “So, for your actions early baby girl as much as it kills me… you know daddy has to punish you right?”

You bite your lip as you see him bring up his hand. In one harsh motion his palm is colliding onto your ass, the loud sound echoes through out the empty house and you whimper as the stinging sensation starts to over take your now sensitive skin. He gently massages the tender skin and repeats his actions once again, this time his hand comes down on you even harder. “D-daddy.” You growl out. “P-please.” Your core feels even more wet then before.

“You’re such a dirty little slut.” You look up and see Jooheon biting his lip. “I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson though.” His hand is finding a home on your sore ass once again. Tears fill your eyes as a loud moan escapes your lips.

“I-I’m sorry daddy.” You choke out through the pain as he slaps your stinging ass again.

“What are you sorry for?”

“For texting back someone I don’t know.” You moan in pain. “I only have eyes for you daddy, I promise.”

His raised hand gently falls down to your back. He stokes the top of your head and brings your body up. Your now face to face with him. He leans in and gives you a soft kiss. “Good girl.” He says as he pulls away.

“Can I sit on your lap now daddy?”

He doesn’t say anything. He slightly opens his legs and his hands grab onto your waist. He pulls you onto his lap and your legs drape over his thighs. You look at Jooheon who’s eyes are still intensely on you. His hand slowly slides up your exposed thigh and your eyes meet his actions. His hands find a base on your wet core and you instinctively hold onto your breath. You feel the tip of his middle finger gently brush off on your throbbing clit. You bite onto your bottom lip as a small moan escapes his lips. “Is this wetness all for me princess?”

You only nod in response as he smiles. He picks you up and lays you down on the couch, his lips trial kisses down your warm skin. You whimper at the contact as his lips find a home at your neck. “I’m gonna taste the sweetness your body has to offer for me.” He begins to lower his body.

“Jooheon-”

“That’s not my name.” He stops at your belly button. “What’s my name?” He demands from you.

You look down at him. “Sorry, Daddy.”

“Good.” His hands start spreading your legs wide for him and he positions himself in front of your core. “You’re a good girl for daddy, I like it this way.” He hums as he fingers begin to part you at your lips.

His thumb begins to lightly feather and tease at your tender bud. You throw your head back as a small moan escapes your lips. Your eyes look down to meet Jooheon’s eyes and you groan as he removes his thumb from your throbbing clit.“D-daddy please don’t stop touching me.” You beg. “I’ll be a good girl, I promise just please don’t stop.” Your voice is shaking.

“Where do you want to feel my tongue then?” He looks up at you innocently.

“On my clit.” Your response comes out as a whisper. “Please daddy.”

He licks his lips as he lowers them to your core. “Only because you said please.”

In seconds you feel his warm luscious lips tickle at your bud of your sensitive nerves. Your head falls back onto the couches pillow as you feel him hungrily eating away at your pussy. The used to be silent room is now filled up with your shaky moans and the sound of Jooheon slurping and licking away at your clit. Your hands tangle in his sweaty hair as you push his face closer to your core. You moan loudly at the friction his tongue is creating and he gives you a moan in response, the raspiness of it vibrates around your clit, adding more pressure to the sensations already being felt. You whimper as you feel him enter two fingers inside your pussy. You feel the wetness leave your clit as he looks up at you, his fingers curling around your sensitive walls. The pit of your stomach begins to feel a burning sensation as his fingers glide against your g-spot faster.

“Daddy.” Your voice stutters out.

“Hmmm?” He purrs as his eyes meet your own again.

“Can I cum? Pretty please?” You begin to plead. “I’ll do anything you want just please let me fucking cum.”

“Fuck.” He whispers. “I love when my princess begs to cum. You want daddy to make your pussy cum?”

’You bite on your bottom lip and nod. “Y-yes. I just want to cum. Pretty pease?”

“Let go for me then baby girl.”

It’s as those very words put you over your the edge. He smirks as he lowers his lips to your core again while his fingers are still rapidly curling in and out of you g-spot. Your body begins to shake as Jooheon’s tongue swirls and sucks on your clit. Your breathing hitches as another desperate moan escape your body. The sounds in the room go completely silent as your body adapts a feeling you know all to well. The euphoric state that takes over your body multiples by a million as his actions continue at a faster rate.

“O-god. Daddy, I’m gonna… I'm gonna cum.” You cry out in pleasure.

Jooheon’s grip around your waist only tightens as you begin to feel ripples of pleasure take over you. Your legs cramp up as your toes curl slightly. You intensely tug on his hair as your body shakes even more. He let’s out a low moan as he begins to feels your walls clench and hug his fingers tightly. You moan one last moan as the fire in your stomach explodes in one swift pop sensation. You feel him pressing down on your pubic bone as your hips buck up forward helping you ride out your orgasm, you swear you begin to see stars in the dark room as your orgasm reaches it’s high. You collapse all together as your chest heaves up and down rapidly. You let out a small laugh as your peak comes to an end. The feeling that filled your entire body leaves you empty but satisfied. He takes one more lick at your clit and sits up on the sofa.Without any warning he flips you over. Your now sitting on his torso and he’s laying on his back. He bucks his hips up causing you to jolt up with him.

“Ride me baby.”

You only nod as your hands begin to pull down the boxers he’s in. Your hands finally feel how hard his cock is and you bite your lips in excitement. You pull down his boxers all the way and he helps you kick them off his feet. He grabs a hold of his hardened member and stokes it lightly, poisoning himself for you. You begin to lower yourself onto him and he instantly melts at how warm you feel around him. You slowly take all of him and and see how his cock disappears inside of you. You feel his thighs on your ass and smile at how full you suddenly feel. You look up at Jooheon who’s only staring at you.

“Come on, I don’t got all night baby.” His hands pull down on your hips.

You can’t stop the smile that’s forming on your lips as you place your hands on his chest for support, you instantly begin to bounce your body up and down his length. His face retorts in pleasure as you quicken the pace.

“F-fuck baby girl.” His voice quivers as you your hips press down on him harder.

You moan in response as you continue your actions. Both of your low moans take over the air as he is holding your hips for balance. Without any warning you feel your back colliding back onto the softness of the couch cushion once again. Jooheon is towering over you as he elevates your body to the perfect angle.

“I gotta fuck that hate into you that you mentioned earlier.”

Without any warning you feel his cock filling up your walls again. You moan as you feel his hands sliding up your stomach and to the center of your neck. His thrusting quickens as his hands latch onto your neck and apply a little bit of pressure. You gasp at his sudden actions but moan as his dick hits your sweet spot once again.

“Daddy..”

.“Hmm?”

“Fuck me faster please.”

He doesn’t say a word, instead he slams into you harder. He lets one hand go from around your neck and tangle into your hair. He yanks you up so that your ear is to his lips.

“I’ll fuck you where you won’t be walk for days if that’s what my princess wants.” He sinfully whispers into your ear.

He throws your head back and his once free hand is back, applying more pressure to your neck.  You feel the speed of his thrusting pick up dramatically. You bite back a moan as you dig your nails into the flesh of his arms.

“That feels so good.” You breathe out to him.

“Do you want me to stop?"

You shake your head. "Keep going please.”

He thrusts in and out of your pussy at an even faster rate then before. The room is suddenly filled with the sound of the both of your skins slapping together and incoherent fucks and low groans. You look up at your boyfriend, adoration taking over your eyes. “I don’t hate you.” You say in between chokes. “I love you.”

Jooheon let’s the pressure go from around your neck and smiles. “I love you too.”

After what feels like a million thrust your body begins to feel that one familiar burning sensation. You look at him as his hands are still choking your neck. “C-um. Now. Please.” You incoherently breathe out.

His eyebrow arch at you but he quickly smiles. “Does my princess need to cum again?”

You nod and he immediately pulls out of you at your words. Your face is full of shock as you start to whimper at the empty feeling you’re now feeling. “What the-”

“I won’t let you cum so easily this time princess.” Jooheon mumbles as he brushes the hair that’s stuck onto your forehead. “You gotta earn it. You’re still a bad girl after all.”

His fingers feel the folds of your lips and you moan. “I love how your pussy is drenched for me though.” He smiles as he removes his finger and brings it to his lips, slowly tasting you.

“What do I gotta do daddy?” Your voice is shaky as you feel your body begin to ache. You buck your hips upward so your core can grind on his knee but he instantly pushes you back down. “Please, I was so close, I’ll do anything.” You whimper. "I need you daddy." He smiles to himself enjoying the state that he has you in. "I’ll do anything you want so I can cum.“

He sits up on the couch and brings your body up back up. "I want you to cum for me in a different way right now.”

As much as Jooheon didn’t say it, the real kick he got out of sex was watching how you always came undone for him and most importantly by him. He could make you orgasm for hours and hours on end. He necessarily didn’t have to cum right away either. He always could hold that off till he felt you had enough. He places you on his bare thigh, instantly bringing it up. The muscle his thighs provided was pressing onto your core and you wince at the sudden contact.

“Ride my thighs baby.” He demands. “And don’t stop till your juices are dripping all over them.”

You nod and begin to move your body up and down his luscious thick thigh. A desperate moan escapes your lips as he jolts his leg up, your clit pushing into his skin hard. You feel his big hands grip onto your bare ass. His hands are pushing on your ass causing you to go a faster speed. Your body can’t take much of this any longer. The room around you turns thick as you keep sliding up and down his leg, your slit feeling absolutely amazing by the friction. The intense orgasm has you feeling desperate and vulnerable in his hands. You needed this, you needed him. Fuck how you needed him.

“Baby.” Jooheon moans out, bringing your lips down for a kiss. “You feel so good on me like this.”

“I- I don’t think I can last longer.” You stutter out. “I-I’m so close.”

Your body feels a pressure that was different then before, actually much stronger then before. His grip doesn’t let you up as he’s jolting his thigh up and and down at the pace your body is sliding up and down with him. You feel your face retort as the pit of your stomach starts to take on a tingling sensation. You hear Jooheon laugh as you look up.

“I know that face from anywhere.” His voice is low and husky. “You’re gonna squirt for daddy aren’t ya?” His head falls back on the couch as he pressed his leg into you further. “It’s okay come on. Squirt for daddy.”

The friction on your clit becomes unbearable to ignore. You throw your head back as you let out another sweet moan for Jooheon. The heat of the room begins to enter inside your body and he instantly picks you up without warning. He brings your throbbing clit to his mouth and your legs drop on his shoulders, his hands still grip on your bare ass as another lust filled moan of yours escapes your lungs and echoes throughout the room. You feel his fingers enter inside you once again, adding pressure to your fast approaching orgasm.

“Jooheon!” You moan loudly.

He hums against you as your legs begin to shake violently. “I’m gonna- holy shit.” He doesn’t let up his actions and you instantly feel a shower like fluid flood out of your body. His moans are muffled but you can feel the sticky mess that rests between the two of you. Your orgasmic shaking continues even more as your breathing comes to a halt.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” You shut your eyes tight as Jooheon helps you ride out the sensations of your orgasm. “Fuck.”

He puts you down from his body. Your eyes meet him and your juices trial down his lips and to his chest. You’re still shaking as the euphoria vanishes from your body. “Holy fuck.” You breathe out. “That was amazing.”

He looks down at you as he’s cleaning your juices off him with his fingers, he licks them clean with a smile. “Not as amazing as you taste.”

You smile as he kisses you. “You did so great for me baby girl. You always cum good for me huh?”

You sigh and nod in response. “Can daddy cum inside me now?"

 He flips you over and puts you on your knees. "On fours now.” He whispers in your ear.

You immediately oblige to his words. He pushes your head down onto the couch’s pillow while your ass is in the air. “I like how you look when you’re like this.” He says as he positions himself. “You look sexy to daddy.”

He pushes into you without any warning. You hiss at the sensation of him filling up your walls yet again.

“Did I hurt you?” You hear Jooheon from behind.

You shake your head. “No, that just felt good.”

“Good.” He says as he keeps thrusting into you. “I don’t wanna hurt my princess.”

You roll your eyes slightly at that statement, he’s been bringing you pain all night actually. You close your eyes and concentrate on the feeling of his cock gliding against your one special spot that he knew how to hit every time. "Jooheon,“ You moan his name. "Cum for me please.”

He laughs slightly as he leans forward, tugging on your hair lightly to meet his eyes. “You’re a spoiled little brat expecting me to cum on your command.” He throws your head down and you groan.

You throw your hips down harder onto him, he moans in pleasure as you keep sliding yourself in and out of him.

“F-fuck.” He groans out lowly to himself.

You smile to yourself, liking where you you have him. He instantly flips you over onto your back. His hands grip onto your wrist and he leans down.

“I won’t let you tease me like that, you dirty girl.” You smile up at him as his thrusting continues.

“I’m sorry daddy.” You coo innocently. “You just feel so good, I got too excited.”

He continues to thrust into you, your head buries itself in his chest as you bite onto his warm skin. His thrusts soon become sloppy and you smile to yourself. You knew he couldn’t last too long when he’s this turned on.

“Is daddy gonna cum already?” You tease.He laughs as his thrusts gets faster.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.” You stick out your tongue.

His hand instantly slaps on top of your mouth and his thrusts get even faster. You feel your eyes roll back as his cock rubs up on your g-spot you moan out in pleasure but it’s only trapped by Jooheon’s hand.

“I thought I told you to shut up?

Your head falls back onto the pillow as his thrusting continues. “I’m gonna cum already princess.” He groans lightly. “Swallow like a good girl yeah?”

You only nod your head and he quickly pulls out of you. You sit up and instantly take his dick into your mouth. You bob your head slightly and his warm seed is filling up your mouth. The air is filled with Jooheon’s low moans. You look up at him and his eyes are completely shut while his body is shaking roughly. His breathing hitches as his climax comes to its end. After you feel that his warm semen has taken over your test buds you swallow hard and release him from your mouth’s grip. His body collapse down on the sofa, his chest is glistening in the white moon light that’s sneaking its way into your house. You crawl over to him and collapse into his embrace. He kisses the top of your forehead and you smile slightly.

“I love you Honey dew. I’d never do anything to hurt you. And I didn’t mean what I said earlier.”

He lets out a light chuckle. “I know Y/N. I didn’t mean what I said earlier. I may have over reacted just a little bit. I just got a little jealous. You’re all mine you know? Of course I’m going to get a little worked up if I feel something threatening that.”

You roll your eyes slightly but your stomach fills with butterflies. “No one can steal me from you babe. You’re perfect for me.”

You both hear your phone vibrate against the coffee table. You give Jooheon a look and quickly grab a hold of it. You unlock your phone and check out the message and suddenly burst into a fit of laughter.

“What’s so funny?” He raises an eyebrow at you. “Is the same number texting you?”

You don’t say a word but just show him your phone screen. He takes it in his hand and scans the screen. After a moment you can see him mentally face palming. “Wow.” Is all he says.

“Hey Noona. Sorry I didn’t mention earlier that this is Changkyun. I got a new number and I can’t remember hyung’s number to save my life but I remember yours. Have him call me tomorrow I really miss him.….. I may or may not be drunk right now.”

You look up at Jooheon who’s only shaking his head. “Fucking Changkyun.”

You pinch his cheek slightly as he pushes your hand away from him. “See? And you got worked up over nothing. It was just Changkyun.”

He laughs as he closes his eyes again. “Whatever Y/N just go to sleep already. It’s late.”

“Yeah yeah whatever. Goodnight. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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annoyed4thsister · 7 years

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After reading smut. Now you’re thirsty, sexually frustrated and single as fuck.  (Just got done reading a kaisoo smut!)

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monstaxfanfic · 7 years

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Honey scent

author: valhal on ao3

pairing: Jooheon x I.M (Jookyun)

rating: Mature

length: 13,602 words

other tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mates, Soulmates, Smut, wolf AU, Hunters, Supernatural Elements, ongoing

Changkyun never knew that going camping with his friend would change his entire life. That one camping trip, would be the one thing that turned everything in Changkyuns life upside down. And throws him into a crazy world, he never knew existed.

read it here

#monsta x fanfic #jooheon #i.m #jookyun #jookyun fanfic #author: valhal #ao3 #jh x im #mature #long #abo dynamics #mates #soulmates #smut #AU: Wolf #hunters #supernatural elements #ongoing

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jadededge · 1 year

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Double Trouble || Jookyun

Pairing: JooKyun x Reader

Genre: AU, Romance, Smut (eventual)

Rating: M

Summary: Jooheon and Changkyun are an inseparable duo. They do everything together, and dating was no exception. You see them all the time and silently pine but eventually meet them and things progress from there.

Basically reader and her two boyfriends. Smut. Fluff.

Wattpad | AO3 (will likely always update these 2 places first)

Navigation: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

You saw them often. So often that you started to think about them outside of the weekend. Though not your friends, you ran in the same circle as the treacherous twins. Jooheon and Changkyun. The two were a well known rapper/producer duo and youngest in a collective called MX. They were not actual twins or brothers, but it was rare to see one without the other, and both were known to be trouble (hence the nickname). They were perfect.

You admired their work and how they conducted business. They frequented the same clubs and events as you. This provided you a good opprotunity to ogle them from a distance every weekend. A double edged sword however, as you'd quietly wish that you were going home with them instead whatever guy you were into at the time. Your friends have started to tease you, and have even threatened to ask a friend of a friend to introduce you. You, of course, vehemently tried to dissuade them. No way you could actually talk to them.

During the week, you'd find yourself daydreaming about being with them. This only fueled your desire to reach the weekend in the hopes of seeing them again. And without fail, there they were.

This particular weekend was different. You were in a private room of a lounge for a small party with friends and acquaintances. "Of course they're here." You groan inwardly when you notice the pair but you know you're excited. Your body was tingling at being in the same room.

The evening gets started and you soon forget they're there as you catch up with friends. After laughing at a joke your friend Kim said, you casually glanced around and that's when you noticed him staring at you. Joohoney. You moaned to yourself. Both of them clouded your mind, but he was the absolute object of your desire.

He smirks at you and leans over to whisper to someone, his eyes never leaving yours. You now recognize that is Changkyun as your view of him was blocked before. You glance away just for a second and when you look back they're both looking at you. You quickly looked away and put yourself back into the conversation in front of you.

Next thing you know, they're walking up to your group speaking to a mutual friend. And you feel the room spin a little. You down your drink.

"Sam! What's up man?" Jooheon reaches out to shake your mutual friend hand.

Sam looks back recognizing his friends. "Oh shit what up dude. What up IM." He daps both his boys up and they come around taking seats in the area. Jooheon perched next to another moot across from you and Changkyun sitting in a seat to your left.

You're so nervous to be this close to them you don't even notice Kim squealing next you. But soon conversations ease back in.

"I'm going to get a another drink, want something?" Kim gets up and winks at you. You're silently cursing her for attempting to leave you alone next to Changkyun.

You inwardly groans but concede, "yeah sure. Another whiskey." She walks away with your orders.

A bit of time passes which was probably just a couple of minutes but felt like years and Changkyun turns your way and leans over a bit and asks, "whiskey huh?" He smiles. "What kind?"

"Oh nice, I'm drinking Hibiki" he says looking at you a bit sideways. He has taste, you think. "I'm Changkyun. You know, I see you around quite a bit but im surprised this our first time meeting." He stretches his hand out for yours.

"I'm Y/N." Putting your hand in his, and you never wanted him to let go. You couldn't believe Changkyun knew you, or well, at least had noticed you around as much as you did them. You quickly gathered yourself and responded. "Oh yes, kinda hard to believe considering we both know Sam."

You couldn't see it but Jooheon was frequently glancing your direction. He was sure his brother could pull this off. He smiled at the thought.

"Oh yeah, Sam is such a deadbeat friend." He said loud enough to pull Sam's attention.

Sam turns around, "I'm a what??"

You chuckle. "A deadbeat." You say loudly to him.

"Why haven't we met her yet?" Changkyun ask.

"You guys don't know each other?" Sam says genuinely surprised. He's quickly pulled away by someone calling for him across the way not sparing you two another look.

You roll your eyes and chuckle. "Typical."

"So Y/N, would you like to come Fantasia with me and Jooheon? Our other brother runs that club and got us in special VIP tonight. We'd like to get to know you more, since our dear friends can't be trusted to do introductions." Changkyun straight up asks.

Your mind is reeling. He keeps saying "we" and I don't want to ditch Kim. "Um-" you glance around and your eyes meet. You see her giving you a thumbs up and points to a guy buying her a drink.

You look back to Changkyun and give him a "sure."

"Excellent!" He chirps turning to look at Jooheon and beckon him over with a stare.

Joo moves over to Changkyun's other side and sits throwing his around the back of the couch. "Everything okay?"

Changkyun is looking at you while responding, "everything's perfect. Y/N was just agreeing to come to Fantasia with us." There's a hint of mischief in his tone.

Jooheon, now also staring at you intently hums, "mmm." As if tasting something. "Y/N. That's a pretty name. I'm Jooheon. Obviously you've already met my Changkyunnie."

Changkyun groans, "come on. Don't call me that in front of her." Jooheon ignores him and pinches his cheek.

You chuckle at their banter. They are quite cute together. "Nice to meet you Jooheon."

"Let's get out of here." He declares standing and stepping over to help you up. Smiling at you with those killer dimples, you grab his hand and stand. He gives you a good look up and down and bits his lip. You're happy you wore your most killer little black dress. "We're going to have fun."

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floofsta-x · 7 years

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Rise Before the Fall, Pt. 2

parts;; One | Two (you are here) | Three (coming soon)

genre;; Science fiction, fandom – Pacific Rim!AU

pairing;; Jooheon x I.M [Jookyun, Rapper Line]; mentions of Hyungnu and Minhyungnu

⚠️ warnings;; bucketloads of angst, depression caused by terminal illness, fluff, SMUT !!!

words;; 8614 (8.6k)

title;; The final track of the Pacific Rim OST, Drift – Blake Perlman & RZA

“…Jooheonie, I’m dying.”

This news made Jooheon jump, and a numb feeling overwhelmed him. Eyes snapping open as wide as they could go, he glanced over at Changkyun, sullen and sulking. “Dying? Who told you that?”

The younger boy chuckled, a low, mirthless sound that didn’t help Jooheon’s mood at all. “Well–no one, but Kihyun might as well have told me.” He sighed before continuing, “I have a tumor about the size of a tangerine in the back of my head. Though we don't know yet, he’s pretty sure that it’s malignant, given its placement and that it’s growing.”

A large part of the older ranger didn’t want to believe this was happening. Though he heard and understood, and his brow was already wrinkling in worry, he didn't yet grasp the depth of what Changkyun was saying. His mind was too busy trying to make something else out of it. “Malignant…that means cancer?”

Changkyun nodded sadly, kicking at the water below.

Jooheon’s felt his hope slip away, mind racing. It took all he had to not blubber too badly. “B–but, how? And you're so calm about it! You’re only twenty-one–why–why is this happening to you of all people?”

“Kihyun told me that I had the tumor before I joined the PPDC, perhaps even before that. It could have been benign at the earliest stages. But cancer cells started growing when I got exposed to radioactivity–”

“From Blind Rhythm’s nuclear core.”

“Exactly.”

Jooheon choked. Though he was holding it together on the outside, inside he was a mess, angry and sad and scared all at the same time. It was silly, but the thought flashed through his head that he was more terrified by this news than he was at the thought of fighting kaiju. He just didn’t think about the potential negative consequences of stepping into a Jaeger. Now his co-pilot and best friend was sick, potentially dying, not because of the monster but because of the warrior. “...Surgery?”

“Kihyun told me that it’s too close to my spinal column to operate on. Um, it’s also probably stage three or four at this point…too late to do anything about it now.”

"Well–I mean come on, there’s gotta be an option for chemotherapy, radiation, something, right? What did he say about that?”

Changkyun dropped his head in shame and turned away. “I–I told him that I didn’t want to do anything about it.”

A rush of red-hot anger coursed through Jooheon. Mainly, it was at himself. He should have made Changkyun go to the doctor before; seen the signs; spent more time with him. Of course, he was being stubborn, too, and that made the older boy worried and livid. “You refused treatment? Why did you do such a fucking stupid thing? You’d never run from a Kaiju, so why are you running from being sick?”

Changkyun cut into the conversation with as much intensity as he could muster amongst his pain. He was one of the few people who didn’t wilt at Jooheon’s scary demeanor. Many more important and more brave people did. “That’s just it, if I went ahead with treatment, I wouldn’t be able to do what I want to with the rest of my life.”

“And what might that be, smarty-pants? What could possibly be so important that you leave yourself in pain and shorten your life? Don't make stupid decisions, Changkyunie–”

Then the younger boy was pulling close, and a soft pair of lips pressed into Jooheon's, silencing him. It was a desperate gesture, almost like how a dry, parched man kissed water. Wrinkles appeared between Kyun's eyebrows as they knit together, and he pulled nervously on his hyung's sleeve. The moment seemed long, but almost as quickly as it happened, it ended. They both flushed deep red as they pulled away.

Jooheon came away with his system shocked into silence, and he sat there for a moment, flabbergasted and slack-jawed. So that was why he had always sensed deep love and adoration from Changkyun in the drift; before now, it wasn’t particularly obvious who it was for. Eventually, the corners of his mouth tipped up. “Seriously?”

“W--well, yeah.” Changkyun dropped his gaze. “Forgive me. I’m sorry.”

“Wait, wait. Hold on a second. Don’t go apologizing yet.”

This time, Kyun was the one who glanced up to find lips waiting. They shared a brief kiss, outside hands finding each other, fingers weaving together.

“We can spend the rest of your life together.” Jooheon whispered at last, brushing his thumb down Changkyun’s palm. A smile engulfed the younger boy's face, the likes of which Jooheon hadn’t seen for many, many months. It made his heart flutter. “Just tell me why you don’t want more time.”

“Because–I want to keep fighting alongside you, too. I know that nothing makes you happier than being in Blind Rhythm, though those freaky kaiju are scary as shit. If I start treatment, I’ll be too weak. I’ve been managing pain fine. I can take it if it means I pilot a few more missions.”

For the second time that night, the older ranger was at a total loss for words. It felt selfish to want to keep pushing themselves into the fray, with this fresh knowledge of Changkyun’s condition. Yet, if that was what his best friend really desired, he wouldn’t argue. Kyun had to make his own choices, and Jooheon would respect them, whatever they were. Also, he was right. If everyone knew that he was being treated for cancer, no one would let him near the Jaeger. So, in the end, not knowing what else to do, Jooheon simply nodded and swallowed the lump in his throat.

Changkyun leaned his head against his best friend’s shoulder, a content sigh escaping his lips. “I love you, Jooheonie. If I would have known you felt the same way, I would have told you long ago. I really hope that this isn’t a dream.”

“You should kiss me again, then, and maybe we’ll find out.”

Shy, excited smiles spread across their faces, and Changkyun did. There, on the dock, the two relished in the taste of each other. Arms snaked around shoulders and waists. When they opened their eyes again, they were still close, under the moonlight. Jooheon pulled Changkyun into his lap, nuzzling into his best friend's neck. One hand on his hyung’s thigh, the other around his shoulders, the younger boy was content as well. For a while, they sat there tangled together, not speaking but always understanding.

Then Changkyun yawned. Of course Jooheon noticed and stroked his back. "Time to get you into bed, huh?”

At Kyun's sleepy nod, Jooheon carefully backed up from the edge of the dock and with a heave, picked them both up. Changkyun gave a gasp of surprise, tensing his hold on his co-pilot’s shoulders. Momentarily, Jooheon put him back on his feet.

While they were still there, close, fingers intertwined, Changkyun asked lowly: "Jooheonie, would you come to bed with me tonight? I’ve been having trouble sleeping, and I’d love your warmth."

"Whatever you'd like, my prince." Of course this made the younger boy blush.

Then they walked back to the compound, side by side. If anyone noticed them stealing swift, tender glances and smiling bashfully at each other, no one said anything.

Soon it was back in the familiarity of their shared room. As the door closed behind them, they were once more up in each other's arms. They felt like they had to make up for lost time, and yet both didn't want to rush anything. It was just slow making out for a while, until they parted to climb into pajamas. For Jooheon, that was simply shedding his shirt and shoes. Changkyun had some shorts and a tee shirt he preferred; both had been the elder's at one point. (Often, when Jooheon had clothing he didn't want anymore, Changkyun took it. Secretly, he liked wearing hand-me-downs. It made him feel closer to his hyung.)

Trying to fit into the small bottom bunk together was a mess. There were a lot of chuckles and more kisses before they found a comfortable spot. Changkyun was grateful that he was slightly smaller, since Jooheon's thickness took up a lot of room. In the end, the latter snuggled into the former's back, and they fell asleep, content. Pressed together closely, it was easy to forget about everything beyond their four walls. Also, that terrible diagnosis that weighed them down.

The next morning, Jooheon woke up to find himself the only one in bed, but not alone. Changkyun sat right by on the floor, back to the mattress, leaning up against the bedframe. Curious, the older ranger slid himself to the edge and watched him in silence.

A Game Boy Color lay at Kyunie's side, ported into his laptop via an adapter. It was his own personal console, but the game cartridge inside wasn't. With skilled, deft fingers he furiously typed out lengths of code. These were unintelligible to Jooheon's brain, but they clearly meant something to Changkyun. Every once in a while, the younger boy would go and check the game, and a texture or an event would change.

Changkyun concentrating had always been one of Jooheon's favorite things. There was the little scrunch between his eyebrows, which never failed to be cute. Another telltale sign was his mouth pressed flat into a line, which made his dimples appear prominently. If Jooheon hadn't known that it was not a good idea to interrupt him, he would have been planting kisses on those cheeks.

Finally Changkyun let out a long breath, setting aside the computer and stretching. Jooheon took that moment to run his hand through his boyfriend's locks. “Good morning, Kyunie.”

“Good morning.”

“You feeling alright?”

“No. Still waiting for the damn painkillers to kick in though. Should be any minute now.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” Jooheon frowned with worry, and wrapping his arms around Changkyun's neck, rubbed his chest. The small, soothing circles had the younger ranger's breathing slowing in no time. "Hm, what are you doing with that?" Jooheon asked, gesturing to the tech work.

"Reprogramming the cartridge. Hopefully after I'm done, the game will be better quality and a bit harder. The original is one of my big brother's favorites. It'll be a bit of a birthday present." Changkyun smiled, satisfied.

Of course it would be something for his family. Jooheon’s heart grew five sizes and yet started to ache. Sometimes he wished that he could be half the man his co-pilot was. Changkyun was a sensitive and thoughtful kid. He loved doing nice things for people, especially his family, whom he had always been close to, in particular his mother.

The older, taller ranger, on the other hand--the only one he had left was his dad, who he hadn't spoken to in years. They had a falling out right before Jooheon joined the military, and been in an extreme state of estrangement ever since. Jooheon considered his friends in the shatterdome to be his family, though. That was better than nothing, anyway, hey?

He almost didn't catch it when Changkyun said, under his breath, "Would it be too much to ask if we can visit my family before--before, you know--?"

Jooheon sighed at what he was implying. Before you die. “I don’t see why not. We’ll just have to request some time off.”

At this, the most precious grin grew on the younger ranger’s face. Weak for that bright smile, a matching one enveloped the older ranger's as well. Still stroking Changkyun's hair, Jooheon purred, “Kyunie, how about a date tonight, hmm? If you’re feeling up to it, of course.”

“What kind of date? It better not be like what Wonho put Kihyun through the other day.” The ibuprofen must be kicking in; Changkyun was regaining his usual, playfully snarky attitude. He craned his neck around to gaze at Jooheon.

“Oh, Gods. What did Hoseok do to that poor guy?”

“Took him to a build-your-own stuffed animal shop.”

“Hey--! That’s not too bad. Some of those places are kind of nice, and I think it’d be romantic to make one for your other and exchange them at the end--”

Changkyun smacked Jooheon on the arm. “This was the one downtown, the pink one. Kihyunie said that there were a million little girls in there when they were.”

“Oh. Well, I bet he enjoyed it more than he let on. Are those two actually dating yet?”

“In the doctor’s own words, ‘After that, I’m sticking to being his lover, not his boyfriend’.”

Ah, man. Jooheon chuckled and shook his head. “Well, you have nothing like that to fear from me. Right now I’m trying to decide where I should take you for dinner. What do you think? Does the Rio sound alright to you?”

“Of course.” The Rio was a wonderful restaurant, expensive but an incredible experience. You had to make a reservation as well as dress up in fancy suits and ties, but it was all worth it for the world class food and service.

“Then that’s what we’ll do.” Jooheon ruffled Changkyun’s hair again. “Ok, I need to hit the KWOON for a while. Better get up and around.” As he climbed out of bed, their lips brushed for a moment in a quick kiss before the older boy was off to the bathroom.

Later, after their day was over and everything had settled down, they headed out, hand in hand, dressed to the nines. Jooheon was in his best black silk suit and Changkyun in tweed. Upon first seeing each other like that, Jooheon’s jaw had slackened, eyes widening. An involuntary damn had escaped, too.

(“Do I look that good?” Changkyun had glanced up from his phone, smirking. Then he had proceeded to make a face so meme-worthy that Jooheon couldn’t help but break out into raucous laughter.

“Not anymore.” The older boy waited for Changkyun’s dimples to appear before he hooked an arm around his waist and wrapped him in a close hug. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Ah, I love you. And yes, you look that good.”)

For some reason, ever since he suggested the Rio that morning, Jooheon had become determined to make Changkyun feel a true prince for one night. It even happened that somehow, he had convinced Marshal Hyunwoo to lend him the Maserati. That in itself was a miracle, as the Marshal was normally very protective of his slick sports car. Jooheon had a feeling that the only reason he had agreed was because of Changkyun. Perhaps, also, the underlying urgency of the request.

Even for Jooheon, a thrill seeker, it took some time to get used to. So, he had taken it out for a street spin earlier in the day. The sheer power of the car was daunting at first. The older boy felt plain and out of place in the fancy set of wheels. He had to constantly remind himself to relax and resist the urge to speed and clam up at the low purr of the engine.

Now, as streetlamps flashed by, Jooheon couldn’t help but look over at Changkyun every once in a while. He really did seem like royalty tonight, legs crossed neatly over one another in the passenger’s seat. One hand draped lazily over the console, while the other propped his chin up as he stared out the window. Besides his sharp suit, he had parted and styled up his hair a little, which truly was a beautiful sight. Jooheon kept feeling flashes of pride at having him all to himself.

The Rio was a fancier affair than anything they had ever done together. Jooheon felt out of place. He was honestly more of a burger and pizza joint or street Jajangmyeon vendor guy, himself. Changkyun seemed comfortable, however, so the older boy did his best to seem at ease as well. A valet was waiting to take the car as they stepped out, and Jooheon hesitantly handed over the keys. He probably had nothing to fear, but if something happened to the high-dollar vehicle, Hyunwoo would have his ass.

He went to meet Changkyun, who was waiting on the other side of the car, and together they wandered inside. It was hard, but they knew they needed to resist the urge to hold hands, at least for now. They still had a public image to maintain, even if they didn’t have much time. Jooheon flashed his ID to the person at the counter to prove that he really was who he said. Then the waiter led them over to a private booth (one of the many perks of being a protector of the city) and took their order.

Once he had left, Jooheon reached across the table and took Changkyun’s hand, lacing their fingers together. He was really trying not to think of anything except the evening, and how good Changkyun looked in his suit. Honestly, it was harder than he figured it would be. He found a question slipping out of his mouth that he had intended to ask later, but that somehow had overtaken him.

“Baby, I hate to potentially spoil a worry free night, but I was wondering. Do you have anything that you absolutely have to do or experience before the cancer claims you? Other than visit your family, that is?”

“Jooheon--no night from here until the end is going to be worry free.”

The older boy’s eyebrows knit together in determination. “Well, I’m going to try as hard as I can. If I had the whole world, I’d give it all away so that I could see you happy for a moment of time.”

Changkyun’s face fell, and he nodded curtly. “You have no idea how much that means to me.” His lungs filled with a single, deep breath. When he rubbed his eye, the side of his hand got coated with wet, which he quickly wiped on his pant leg. “As for my bucket list, um--I haven’t really thought of anything yet. But I’ll think about it, ok?”

“Of course. Just say the word, and I can get it arranged.”

“For both of us?”

“If at all possible.” Jooheon smiled and rubbed his thumb gently across Changkyun’s knuckles, then brought it up to his lips to give it a kiss. The corners of the younger boy’s mouth tipped up at this, and he glowed, shy again suddenly. He rested his head in his folded palm, eyes trained on a painting above their heads. That faraway look he had in the car earlier clouded his eyes.

A moment of silence passed. Then, unexpectedly, Changkyun brightened, gaze snapping back to Jooheon’s. The older ranger almost instantly knew that he was in trouble as the most mischievous smile crossed his boyfriend's face. “Hey, what if I wanted find out once and for all if H.One and the Marshal are in cahoots?”

Not this again. Was he always going to bring it up? Seriously, it wasn’t that big of a deal. Jooheon guffawed and leaned back in the chair. Yes, 514-H and the Marshal’s strange schedule were vastly interesting. It didn’t mean that he was hiding something as big as romancing a wanted criminal, though. “You know that I borrowed Hyunwoo’s Maserati, right?”

“Really? I totally thought that you had your own.” Kyunie rolled his eyes. “Yes, I am perfectly aware.”

“I've already spent my favors. How would I ask him something like that anyway? Just casually hand him his keys back and be like, ‘Oh yeah, Marshal, Changkyun wants to know if you’ve ever fucked the most wanted man in South Korea.’ Um, no. You’re the one who desperately wants to know, ask him yourself.”

Changkyun’s bottom lip poked out. He was good at using his still slightly wet eyes to his advantage. “Jooheonie, but--I’m a wittle baby, waah--”

“Jesus Christ, you can still pilot a Jaeger. Asking a simple question is not out of your capabilities either.” Jooheon went to shoot Changkyun a snide look across the table. However, he abruptly froze at the playful smile that greeted him. “--what?”

“You’re so handsome when you’re annoyed.” The younger boy's eyes flashed with lust. From the moment he saw it, Jooheon knew that it was a dangerous gaze. Butterflies exploded in his stomach, and he had to fight back a blush. Slowly, another familiar feeling took over, as well--his own desire. Keeping his composure was hard now, as his resolve and self control melted fast.

“You’re just saying that to get me to ask for you.”

“Nope. I’m serious. I like seeing your face when you’ve had enough of me and my supposed H.woo bullshit.”

The fuck? Where had the kind, caring boyfriend of just a few seconds ago gone? More than that, what was up with this ugly conversation? “Did--did you just give them a couple name?”

“Not just. They had one a long time ago, actually. Isn’t it cute? H.woo?”

“No, not at all. Changkyun, you’re always coming up with these things, and it’s so stupid, yeah it’s bullshit. You totally don’t get it.”

With every frustrated word that flew from Jooheon’s mouth, Changkyun’s eyes were getting darker. It was infuriating to no end--but also a huge turn-on. "Fuck.” his already-low voice had somehow dropped three octaves. “You’re so hot.”

Five minutes later, the waiter came back, food in hand, to find a twenty-five dollar tip and an empty table.

Changkyun practically pulled them through the front doors of the restaurant and up the ramp to the parking garage. Jooheon could barely keep up, and it didn't help that he was suddenly weak in the knees. Somehow, he managed to muscle his way past to claim the keys to the Maserati. The valet didn't question or act disappointed in their all-too-brief stay. He simply started to lead them toward where he had parked the car.

They were just at the bottom of the stairs, through the doorway to the lowest, premium parking level, when Changkyun grinned and swung around suddenly. Right there, in public, feet behind the clueless valet--he grabbed Jooheon by the shirt collar and pulled him in for a hungry kiss. That wasn't all, though, because he also unashamedly groped him. Jooheon was helpless against the moan that left his mouth. The flush pink of Changkyun’s lips stopped it for the most part.

“Hm, I suspected, baby,” Changkyun murmured hotly into his ear and pressed their hips together. The older ranger felt something against his thigh. “Don’t worry. I’m just as hard as you are.”

“Fuck--Kyunie--” But Changkyun was moving on, catching up to the valet.

Then Jooheon saw a flash of silver and black, and his eyes snapped open when he realized what had just also happened: Changkyun had stolen the keys to the car out of his pants pocket. Incredulity ripped through him. Really, where had this side come from? He hadn’t seen it before, even when Kyun was drunk. Jooheon wouldn’t easily admit it, but he found it to be kind of refreshing.

Not like the younger boy wasn’t right. He was already whipped and dripping for him.

“I told Hyunwoo that I’d drive!” Jooheon tried to protest as he caught up.

“Well he doesn’t have to know, now does he?” The look Changkyun gave him made it dangerously clear that argue any more would be futile. So, admitting defeat for the moment, Jooheon walked to the passenger’s seat of the sports car and slid in. As soon as Changkyun closed his door, the Maserati roared to life, and he threw the shift into reverse. The valet barely had time to get out of the way before the car peeled out of the lot.

The younger boy was a good driver, though reckless. This powerful ride was a treat he had no doubt wanted to experience. At the rate they were going, and how they swung around corners at crazy speeds, honestly it was a miracle they didn't see any cops. Halfway through the ride Jooheon realized that they definitely weren’t heading in the direction of base. “Kyun--”

Cue another wilt-inducing, dangerous glance. They had been in each other’s heads enough for the older boy to know what it meant: don't question me, I know what I'm doing.

Finally Changkyun took a turn-off. A few more twisting streets later, they arrived at what the older ranger could only guess was their destination. It was a small but quaint motel, with paint fading off the shutters to the rooms and a roof that needed re-shingling. Some cars sat in the lot, but for the most part everything was quiet and empty. Jooheon shot Changkyun an inquisitive glance, but he didn’t answer, of course. Almost immediately, Kyun headed for the parking spot in front of door number twenty-six, on the end of the row.

At this point, they didn’t give a single fuck if anyone was watching in the dim glow of the moon. So, as soon as they were out of the Maserati and could make physical contact, they were all over each other. Changkyun pulled them to the door to the room and took a key out of his pocket. Fiddling with the knob, soon he had it open and they were falling into the dark room. The door barely had a chance to close behind them before their shoes were off, and lips locked together. Tongues danced and curled without hesitation. They were both already so needy, and it drove them on.

Now the power balance shifted, and Jooheon’s dominant side came full force to the surface. He could feel the tingles of expectation run down the younger boy's spine as he pressed him against the wall by the doorframe. Mercilessly, Jooheon bucked his hips up into him. “You think you can get away with being a pain in the ass tonight, huh? Telling me I’m sexy when I’m pissed off at you? Teasing me in front of that poor valet, stealing the keys to the car?” His mouth roamed from Changkyun’s lips, to his jaw and neck, sucking hickeys in the younger’s tender skin.

“I--I’m sorry,” Kyun gasped, involuntarily squeezing Jooheon closer. “I’ve been half-hard for you all night. I wasn’t sure h--how much longer I’d be able to keep my hands off--in the Rio--fuck, you’re so hot when you’re angry.” The older boy felt trembling but soft hands slide his suit coat off, and fumble with the buttons on his shirt. If this had been anyone else, he might have stopped Changkyun, and been a bit more domineering. However, he had a soft spot in his heart for his boyfriend, and so allowed it. He even flexed his shoulders to help get rid of the uncomfortable, starched cotton top once and for all.

Then Changkyun's wandering fingers were all over, exploring Jooheon's well-knit, muscular torso. Goosebumps rose in their wake. Almost without realizing it, the older ranger compensated by pushing his tongue deeper in his best friend’s mouth. The attention made the flame in his breast burn hotter. Within minutes, Changkyun was in the same state, half-naked and vulnerable.

Jooheon carried him tenderly over to the king bed, laying him down and straddling him. Changkyun placed a hand on his boyfriend's abs, but Jooheon grabbed his wrist before he could do anything else. More specifically, undo the button of his dress pants.

But, with his other hand, the older boy undid Changkyun's belt and popped the clasp of his trousers. Kissing down the length of his body, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of his underwear and smoothly pulled the cloth clean off.

It wasn’t like they hadn’t seen each other naked before, but Jooheon was always taken aback by the size of his co-pilot’s cock. It was especially impressive now as it sprung up, red, hard, and leaking. Jooheon took the needy length in his hand with a little grin of victory. Using his thumb to collect and slick down precum, he started to pump. One glance back up told him everything he needed to know. Changkyun’s adam’s apple bobbed, head thrown back.

“Damn, I don’t even have to have you in my mouth to get you to come undone.”

“Ah--but please, w--would you do it?” Changkyun managed to gasp. “God, do you have any idea how many times I’ve dreamed about having those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock?”

“Wow. You’re naughtier than I thought.” Jooheon smirked and slowed down, but honestly it took all he had. His mouth was already starting to water and God, his dick--he was so hard, too.

“Don’t--” Changkyun started to complain, but the older ranger cut him off with a tut.

“Now now, patience is a virtue, hm?” With that, he let Changkyun’s hard length flop against his belly, and crawled back up to kiss him again. Guiding the younger boy’s hands down, he allowed him to undress him the rest of the way. This left both nearly naked in front of each other.

Jooheon’s manhood wasn’t quite as long as his boyfriend’s, but had similar girth, perhaps even more. Changkyun took hold, and Jooheon bucked into his hand, doing most of the work himself. “Fuck, Changkyun, you’re sin.”

“And you--ah--you make me go crazy.”

They remained there for a long while, Kyun thrusting into the air too, by second nature, as he helped his best friend get off. Little, sloppy pools of warm precum formed on the younger’s belly, as his own mingled with Jooheon’s. By now their lips were swollen from so many kisses, and red and purple hickeys lined their necks. Jooheon was enjoying his boyfriend’s touch so much that for a while he forgot about everything else.

But then Changkyun asked hesitantly, “Baby--when can I have that blowjob--? You never told me no.”

“I'll give it to you now, if you’ll let me dictate what happens after that.” Changkyun nodded vigorously. Jooheon remembered his confession earlier and shivered with anticipation. “Ok, edge of the bed then.”

They both immediately switched position. Jooheon crawled down onto his knees, on the floor, and Changkyun obeyed the older boy's wishes, legs hanging off the mattress. This let Jooheon have access to Kyun’s cock without much strain. Somehow, his length was even more red and angry than before.

“I’m sorry, baby, let me take care of that.” Jooheon drew the saliva in his mouth onto his tongue. Taking Changkyun in hand he gave him a nice, wet lick up the front side, following the main vein, balls to tip. The younger boy shuddered in pleasure, hands gripping the bedsheets as Jooheon pumped a couple times, to spread the moisture around, and finally took him in his mouth.

“Fuuck,” Changkyun groaned, goosebumps breaking out on his skin. That low voice had always made Jooheon weak, and now it was especially deep. When he glanced up, he found that Kyun was watching him with a dark light in his eyes, and that he was biting his lip. One of his hands came down to bury itself in Jooheon’s hair.

Jooheon had to forcibly restrain Changkyun from humping his mouth as he bobbed up and down. It was enough as it was to try to get more in without the help of Changkyun's hips. Like a true pro, the older boy stroked the vein and tip with his tongue on every pass. Soon enough Changkyun was a panting mess, beads of sweat slicking his hair and feeling like he was about to explode. “J--Jooheonie--”

With a final twist of his hips, Changkyun was cumming. The force finally overpowered Jooheon’s grip. At the moment's notice, somehow Jooheon managed to relax. The whole of the younger's length pushed into his mouth. Sticky, salty white semen flowed down his throat. He might have flinched, but he didn't pull away. The feeling of his swallowing sent shivers back through Changkyun's body.

Finally, when Jooheon couldn’t take the burning lack of oxygen anymore and his boyfriend seemed to be out of cum, he pulled off, lips parting from Changkyun’s tip with a lewd, wet pop.

But Jooheon was still hard, and Changkyun had promised him that he could call the shots now. He got up, growling, unfazed by Changkyun’s fresh load in his stomach. Out of his pants, which were still around his knees, Jooheon pulled lube and a condom. Then he shed them the rest of the way. For a moment, Changkyun stared at this new development.

“What did I say earlier? Yours off, too.” At this, Changkyun scrambled to push the fabric off his body. “Hands and knees, dirty boy.” Jooheon popped open the top of the small tube and coated his fingers, then climbed back up beside his boyfriend.

Changkyun once again obeyed without hesitation, spreading his legs a little and lifting his ass into the air. As soon as Jooheon touched the cold, slick gel to the rim of his anus, the younger boy inhaled sharply. Then Jooheon stuck a digit in, pushing the lube deeper and dipping in and out. “That feels good, huh?” Despite the older boy’s forceful attitude, the question was thinly veiled care. If Changkyun gave any hint that he was uncomfortable, they would stop.

“Y--yes.”

Adding another digit and giving Changkyun a minute to adjust, Jooheon decided that it was ok to put in his ring finger too. Changkyun shuddered underneath him. Jooheon brushed his prostate once, and that made him fist his hands in the sheets again.

Not too long after that, the older boy murmured, “Ready, baby?”

Changkyun nodded.

Tearing open the condom, Jooheon rolled it on and hoped that his murmured advice would be enough. “Ok. Just relax.” Then he pushed his dick in, slowly, all the while rubbing Changkyun’s hipbones with his hands. “That’s it. Perfect.” Changkyun hummed and sighed at the feeling of his hyung filling him up. Jooheon started to move, and sloppy moans fell from his mouth.

Changkyun swore, gasping. “Babe, I’m so hard again.”

The older boy took great pleasure in that he was wrecking his boyfriend for the second time tonight. “Ah yeah? Then touch yourself for me, dirty boy.”

Shifting his weight as best he could, Changkyun leaned on one side and reaching his newly-freed hand back to tug at his cock. Jooheon was still pounding into his ass, roughly now. The younger boy was so tight around him.

It didn't take long until Jooheon was struggling to hold back an orgasm. “Kyunie, I’m so close...”

“Give it to me.” The beg pierced through the rush of blood in Jooheon’s ears and the sound of their skin slapping together. Changkyun was rutting his hips into his lover now. It was as if he sensed that Jooheon needed help keeping the desperate pace. “Give me all your cum.”

Jooheon’s vision tunneled, then snapped into full scope again. Pleasure ripped through his body like a tidal wave. His dick pulsed against Changkyun’s insides, and he couldn't help but shoot his entire load into the condom. Finally he was falling forward onto his boyfriend's back. Both were panting heavily, spent.

Tiredness overwhelmed them after all that, but Changkyun whined softly. Jooheon couldn't ignore it; he had to finish this--or rather, finish Kyun off. So, the elder ranger summoned his remaining strength. After carefully pulling out and sitting up, he hooked an arm around Changkyun’s waist, bringing him flush to himself. Jooheon left light, dusting kisses along his neck and behind his ear, and reached around with his other hand to help jack him off.

Changkyun fell limp, eyes fluttering shut. Meanwhile, Jooheon murmured sweet nothings in his ear. “You’re so sexy, baby. It makes me proud that you’re all mine.” A small smile grew on the younger boy’s face. “I want you like this so many more times.”

“Me, too.” They met in an open-mouthed, wet, sloppy kiss.

Jooheon could tell when his boyfriend was close, which he was again. “Get your hand up there, Changkyunie.”

The younger sighed at the gentle reminder, and cupped his tip with his right hand. Seconds later, he was spilling there, orgasm touching him again, moans falling out of his mouth. Jooheon’s slow pumps coaxed all the white frothy cum out of him. A few drops fell onto the comforter, settling there on the surface.

Both pilots sat there for a moment, trying to calm their breathing and simply enjoying the lingering warmth. At long last, Changkyun crawled forward, careful not to tip his palm too much. There was a box of tissues sitting on the nightstand, and he grabbed a couple to wipe his hand. Once he had gotten everything, including what had slipped between his fingers, he turned his attention to the bed, mopping up the mess they had made there as well.

Jooheon pulled off the full condom still on his length. In only a few seconds he tied it off and deposited it in a convenient trash can. “If you want, you can shower first, Kyunie.”

The younger boy nodded. “Ok.” They stopped one more time to kiss briefly. Then Changkyun disappeared through the doorway to the bathroom.

Ah, man, this is the dream, Jooheon thought as he got up to wander around the room. He pulled on his briefs before gathering the rest of their clothes, too, folding them as best as he knew how and placing them on the dresser by the TV. Then it was back to the bed, on his back, drumming his fingers on his stomach and listening to the shower run.

One that isn’t going to last.

Immediately, he rebuked the thought. Bullshit. I have the opportunity to spend as much time as possible with him now. Changkyun... the younger boy found solace in his co-pilot, considering him to be a rock amongst the ever-shifting tides of the world. He really wants to be with me, physically, sexually--mentally. That’s the part of it that’s the dream.

It was in that moment that a revelation came over Jooheon. He had been so caught up in asking Changkyun about last wishes and desires, that he hadn’t even thought about his own. Really, the only thing Jooheon wanted was to fight the Kaiju until their end with Changkyun at his side.

Suddenly, he burned with the desire to make that a reality.

Soon enough Changkyun came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was grinning in that cute, mischievous way again, and he didn't hesitate to start teasing his hyung. “Man, you should see it in there. Whoever stays here keeps it fully stocked. There’s three kinds of shampoo in the shower, ibuprofen, even toothbrushes and toothpaste. Maybe if you brush your teeth before you come to bed, your breath won’t reek so bad.”

“Shut up, you know that’s your fault,” Banter game strong as ever, Jooheon jabbed back at him playfully and laughed. “but wait, if you don’t know who uses the room, how did you come across this place?”

"I dunno.” Giving a shrug, the younger boy went over to his pile of clothes and grabbed his boxers. Jooheon trailed his gaze over his boyfriend’s body as he hopped into them. “I found a key on the floor one time, and it looked interesting, so I picked it up. Tried it on doors in the Shatterdome. Didn’t work. So I gave it to a buddy of mine, and he did a little digging. Turns out it was to this room. I can’t explain why or how. I thought I’d keep it just in case I needed it, and look at this. We did.”

“That’s weird. A good find, but weird.” Giving a sigh, the older ranger flexed his shoulders. “So, are you done in there?”

“Yeah.”

The hot water felt so nice against Jooheon’s skin. In choosing a shampoo, it intrigued him that the three bottles were so different. The one he went ahead and used had a manly, musky scent, closest to the one he used every day. For some reason, it made him think of the Marshal, too. The other two were light and cottony and fruity and zesty, respectively; the latter also reminded him of someone, but he couldn’t put a finger on it. Jooheon did his best to swirl the extra suds over his body, since there seemed to be no wash in there. Changkyun was right about it being well-stocked, it seemed, except for that.When he was out of the shower, Jooheon decided to take Kyun's advice and brush his teeth. Thank goodness that there was a brush still in the package on top of the mirror. Then he pulled his underwear back on and went to rejoin his boyfriend.

Changkyun wasn't wearing his suit, much to Jooheon's surprise. He looked pretty comfortable in a random pair of jeans and dark tee shirt, busily tapping away on his phone. There was also a set of clothes on the bed next to him. Changkyun gave him a smile as he approached, and patted the jeans and shirt by his side. “So, I was looking through the drawers in here. Just so happens that like in the shower, three people have clothes. One is my size, one is yours, and the third person must be someone tall and lanky.”

Jooheon’s eyebrows went up, and he let out a hum, checking the tag on the jeans. Yes, they were a perfect fit. Changkyun knew him all too well.

“There’s also like, fifteen boxes of condoms and at least ten tubes of lube stashed around here too. And then some sex toys I’ve never even dreamed of before. I wonder what this place is anyway. A love cave?”

“I don't think I'm surprised,” Jooheon said half-absentmindedly as he slid into the outfit and hopped onto the bed next to his boyfriend. “I wonder who though? It’s someone who works at the Shatterdome.”

“Well, of course. But that’s all we have.”

“What was the general location of the key?”

“Well--” Changkyun scratched his chin. “It was kind of in the general vicinity of LOCCENT? I was walking between the bunks and there when I saw it.”

“Weird.”

Conversation died down after that; both pilots were content to hold each other in the darkness, smiling and sighing, a few kisses placed here and there.

And then Changkyun’s stomach grumbled.

It dawned on the older boy that neither of them had touched food since lunch (swallowing Changkyun’s cock and cum did not count), and he sucked in a breath. “Oh my God, we didn’t actually eat at the Rio, did we?”

“Nope, we were a little too eager to get around to something else, I think.” Kyun chuckled.

“You must be starving.”

“There’s a 24-hour burger joint down the street. I’ve heard it’s pretty good. Wanna swing by? On foot, maybe?”

“Sure. Why not?”

As soon as they had slid back into socks and shoes, Jooheon grabbed his wallet, and Changkyun made sure he had his key, they were wandering out into the night.

Fifteen minutes later, they were sitting at a retro style two-person booth, chowing down on chocolate shakes, thick beef patties on pretzel buns, and some of the best sweet potato fries they swore they had ever had. (At the same time, everything tasted better after sex.)

Jooheon couldn’t stop staring at his boyfriend and co-pilot, thoughts from earlier at the forefront of his mind again. He needed a plan, and support for it. Talking was one of his strong suits, so he wasn’t so worried about the latter. However, he had absolutely no idea about the former. How did one even go about approaching the rift to the Kaiju's world? Would dropping a bomb down it work? Probably not, nothing was that simple. Besides, hadn’t the Pan-Pacific Nations tried that before? If he remembered right, it bounced back and detonated underwater, not even touching the breach. Why? It was almost like--the only things allowed through it were the monsters...

Wait. What if that was the case? It certainly made sense. Now how in the heck would they manage to disguise something, whether Jaeger or bomb, as a Kaiju--?

“...Baby?” Jooheon snapped out of his reverie to find Changkyun’s dark eyes on him. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.” Waving it off, the older boy threw a couple fries in his mouth and sighed, guilty that he had let his mind wander. “I’m sorry that this date hasn’t been quite what we planned.”

“That’s a stupid reason to apologize.” Changkyun reached across the booth and took Jooheon’s hand, rubbing his calloused fingers. “First of all, it’s not solely your fault at all. We’re here because we wanted to be here. If anything, it’s my fault that I--you know, took control.” Of course they weren’t going to speak of it directly; there were others here who could be listening in. “I couldn’t dream of a more perfect date with you. We’ve known each other for so long, been in each other’s heads, and still this is all so new and exciting. I don’t think it’s going to fade for me, either. You make me the happiest, proudest person in the world, Jooheonie.”

A gentle smile spread across Jooheon’s face. “Thank you, Kkungie.”

Once their bellies were full and they had paid, it was back to the motel. They were asleep almost from the moment they crawled under the sheets of the king bed and hit the pillows. Or, at least, Changkyun was. Jooheon wrapped his arms around the younger boy protectively, tangling their legs together, kissing his forehead softly after their murmurs of goodnight.

Jooheon wouldn’t have known it was morning except for the sliver of light that peeked in through the tiny gap in the curtains. He didn't even have noise from outside to let him know a new day was starting. As he laid there and pulled himself together, the events of the night before were fresh on his mind. He also had Changkyun’s head on his chest and hand on his abs to sooth his soul. Though he was barely awake enough to think, with a little smile, he reached over to gently run his hand through the younger boy’s hair. An overwhelming rush of love enveloped him. My Prince. My Baby.

He was content to lay there for a while, measuring out his breaths so that he didn’t wake Kyunie. The gears in his head began to work more efficiently, and the usual wave of aftershock fatigue hit. Jooheon's eyes fluttered shut; they didn't have to get up now. It was fine. No one back at the shatterdome probably even realized that they were still gone. They could stay as long as they wanted. All the better if Changkyun stayed asleep for a couple more hours. Then he'd recharge his energy as much as possible, before he inevitably woke up with one of those blinding headaches.

Jooheon still couldn't believe the news. It felt like it had been weeks since he had learned, but it was only two nights ago. Kkungie had cancer, and his selfish ass had refused to treat it so that he could live the rest of his life hard and fast.

Almost as if he knew Jooheon had been thinking about him, Changkyun stirred and sighed. His breathing picked up a bit as he woke. Before he had even opened his eyes, he rumbled breathily: “Jooheonie?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Thank you for everything.”

“Of course. You still remember when I said I’d be your best friend until the end, in Air Force basic, right? Nothing’s changed.”

Jooheon could feel cheeks bunch against his breast. The corners of his mouth tipped up. He imagined an incredibly sloppy-haired twenty-one year old’s small lips widening into a signature, gigantic smile.

Neither moved for another long minute, yet. They both wanted this captured forever. Nothing could touch them here. It was a moment without distracting noise or unnecessary movement, without the Kaiju out to destroy humankind and the younger boy’s tumor pressing mercilessly into the back of his skull. Not even the ominous fear of death that had both rangers in its grasp could ruin the content moment.

But the ugly, ugly truth was that life had to go on. They walked a fated path, barreling toward some end or another.

Changkyun shifted, pushing himself up and off. Jooheon almost immediately missed his warmth, which was enough of a motivation for him to get up, too. Moving to the edge of the bed, he rubbed his eyes and asked. “Do you think the tenants will mind if we use their stuff in the bathroom again?”

“If they even realize that we’ve been here.” The younger boy was changing back into his rumpled, messy suit, that somehow still made him look good.

“Oh, they will. Do you think room service cleans their clothes for them?”

“Considering that this seems to be a well-kept private love cave, probably yes.” Changkyun had a point. Some very rich people must stay here, if they had a room in a legitimate motel all to themselves, constantly.

Jooheon finally made himself stand up. He headed for the bathroom, pulling a hairbrush through his hair quick. The dash of hairspray he had applied the night before to hold his hair back away from his forehead was still kind of working. He dealt with it as best he could.

As Jooheon slipped past and traded spots with Changkyun in front of the mirror, they shared their first kiss of the day. It hurt the older ranger deeply to know that he only had so many left. Soon he, too, had changed into his suit, and figured with a little cleaning, they would be ready to go back to base.

Tap tap tap.

Both Jooheon and Changkyun turned to look at each other at the firm knock, clearly on their door.

Probably room service, Kyun mouthed and shrugged.

The other boy didn’t believe it though, and shook his head. Something was off. No, they would have said so. He crept to the door, narrowing one eye to glance through the peephole. Changkyun was right behind him, just as curious.

Jooheon inhaled sharply. There, beyond, stood a tall, slender man. He was unmistakeable in appearance. A frown graced his plush lips; the rangers had seen his handsome features in countless mugshots.

H.One.

Holy Shit, Jooheon thought to himself. We’re gonna die.

#monsta x #jookyun #jooheon #lee jooheon #i.m #changkyun #im changkyun #fanfiction #my fanfiction #tw:smut #tw:terminal illness #pacific rim!au #don't worry i'm killing myself too writing this~#I love these boys together ah #Sorry this part's mostly smut #I don't know what came over me honestly ://#I promise I'll be back to the story soon~

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mvltimoon · 5 years

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missing hyungwon's long curly hair hours: ALWAYS OPEN !!!!

#I'm so whipped for him #I'm whipped for 17 different people lmao #moon is whipped #monsta x reader #monsta x requests #monsta x reactions #hyungwon #hyungwon imagines #hyungwon icons #monsta x smut #monsta x jookyun #monsta x jooheon #monsta x imagines #monsta x #mvltimoon #kpop asks #asks and answers #random

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checkers-dance · 3 years

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what kind of problematic shiptropes do u think mx likes... we've talked abt hyungwon n jooheon being shotacons + jooheon being an avid incest freak but what abt the others.

im convinced wonho would be into lolisho, bc he seems like the type to enjoy very cute fluffy stuff which is what lolisho embodies for a lot of people. shownu doesnt seem like an incest shipper but after that dream i had it literally seems so funny to me JDNWBWJSNWNE

I feel like I've mentioned shownu in some mx proship au being a hidden incest shipper too......but I don't remember where. Anyway

Listen I agree abt the hc w wonho being into lolisho for the sweet stuff but I think he'd be into it for some messed up stuff too. He just has that duality (I mean tbh all of them do but like. LISTEN the characterization from that fic still haunts me....in a good way. There's just smth so *chef's kiss* abt a caregiver who is on the outside well meaning but on the inside couldn't care less [and this obvs isn't the vibe I get from the actual wonho but it's a fun concept to think abt in fiction]). ANYWAY I just think wonho should be into darkfic and feel guilty abt it bc he also finds these concepts haunting but weirdly intriguing but at the same time he feels like they go against his kind nature and so ppl will be put off bc they'll get the wrong idea <3

Ik we've been joking abt jooheon as an incest shipper but minhyuk is the dirtiest incest shipper of them all. U can't tell me that this man doesn't fill up the entire tag w his incest fics, ranging from sweet drabbles to 300k slow burns of siblings making their lives miserable as they're trying to get together (popular tropes include: childhood friends who the fandom regards as siblings so the entire fandom is anti that pairing meanwhile minhyuk is making up aus where they're ACTUALLY siblings; siblings to enemies to lovers; adopted siblings but plot twist it turns out they ARE actually related; smut). This au is inherently a wonhyuk au bc both minhyuk and wonho have fictional preferences that u wouldn't rlly guess looking at their demeanor/personality

Like I've mentioned before jookyun is stuck in their own personal drama. Changkyun likes problematic tropes but he can't admit it bc otherwise jooheon will have fuel against him

Kihyun wants to THINK he doesn't like problematic tropes. He's like I respect all the problematic shippers but personally that's not the lifestyle for me 😌 (and then shownu is like these siblings would be cute together what do u think and kihyun goes into shock)

#asks #mx au hell (affectionate)

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kpopcloud · 5 years

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#monsta x #kihyun #wonho #minhyuk #jooheon #changkyun #monstaxedits #jookyun #shownu #hyungwon #I.M #monsta x scenarios #monsta x imagines #monsta x reactions #monsta x smut #monstax

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k-fiction-therapy · 5 years

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Masterlist

FANFICTION:

B.A.P:

Naked Brunch [Daehyun/Jongup/Female Reader] (19+)

BIGBANG:

Modern Art [GDTOP] (PG-13)

BTS:

You Wanna Try Me? [TaeKook] (18+)

You Should Be Nicer To Yourself [YoonSeok] (PG)

Just Another Face In The Crowd [Jungkook/Female Reader] (PG-13)

Clandestine In The Moonlight [Taehyung] (19+)

EXO:

Cure For Lethargy [SeSoo] (PG-13)

Laundry Day [Mini] [Minseok/Sehun/Baekhyun] (PG)

GOT7:

Take Me, The Both Of You [Youngjae/Jackson/Female Reader] (18+)

I Miss You Too [Youngjae (& Jaebum [Mentioned])] (18+)

Truth or Dare [Jackson/Male Reader] (18+)

You’re Mine [Jaebum/Female Reader] (18+)

After The Fansign [MarkSon] (18+)

You’re Too Nice [Jackson/Reader] (18+)

MONSTA X:

In The Storage Closet [Kiho] (18+)

You Are My Sun [WonHyuk] (PG-13)

“Hey Honey, You Got Something For Me?” [JooKyun] (19+)

Time To Hit The Showers [Shownu/Female Reader] (18+)

The Skype Call [HyungWonho] (18+)

Shower Time~ [Shownu/Reader] (18+)

Yes, Senpai [Kihyun/Female Reader] (19+)

I’m Not Usually Like This [Minhyuk/Reader] (18+)

I Think I Can Take You [Shownu/Reader] (19+)

Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty~ [JooKyun] (19+)

Shy Taste~ [Shownu/Female Reader] (18+)

Into The Night (Version 1 - Shownu) [Shownu/Reader] (18+)

Into The Night (Version 2 - Wonho) [Wonho/Reader] (18+)

Into The Night (Version 3 - Minhyuk) [Minhyuk/Reader] (18+)

Into The Night (Version 4 - Kihyun) [Kihyun/Reader] (18+)

Into The Night (Version 5 - Hyungwon) [Hyungwon/Reader] (18+)

Into The Night (Version 6 - Jooheon) [Jooheon/Reader] (18+)

Into The Night (Version 7 - Changkyun) [Changkyun/Reader] (18+)

NCT:

At Least Hold My Hand [Lucas/Ten] (19+)

The Ritual (19+)

Neon City (Part I) [JaeYong]

SEVENTEEN:

Studio Session [SoonHoon] (19+)

I Love You, Noona [DK/Female Reader] (18+)

Good Samaritan, Voyeur [SoonHoon] (18+)

All You Had To Do Was Ask [DK/Reader] (18+)

SHINee:

Dizzying Attraction, MOVE [Taemin/Reader] (18+)

Bound [Taemin/Male Reader] (19+)

Leader’s Girl [Onew/Female Reader] (PG-13)

There’s Something About Your Body, Body, Body [Taemin/Female Reader] (18+)

After Practice [Taemin/Reader] (18+)

VIXX:

Beautiful Liar [WonTaek, LR] (18+)

Let Me Hear Your Voice [Leo/Reader] (PG-13)

Mixed:

Press It, Say Hello [TaeKai] (19+)

I Knew The Moment I Met You [TaeKai] (19+)

Soloists:

Welcome Home [₩uNo/Reader] (18+)

Actors/Actresses:

Distant Boy [Lee Jongsuk/Reader] (NC-17)

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FLASH FICTION:

A.C.E:

DongJun Ship Mini Plot

ASTRO:

MoonbinXWOC Reader Mini Plot

ATEEZ:

Song Mingi & Reader Greek Mythology AU Mini Plot

HongjoongXJongho Mini-Fic Plot

B.A.P:

YonggukXMale!Reader Mini: Awkward Boner

HimchanXMale!Reader Mini: Awkward Boner

DaehyunXMale!Reader Mini: Awkward Boner

YoungjaeXMale!Reader Mini: Awkward Boner

JongupXMale!Reader Mini: Awkward Boner

ZeloXMale!Reader Mini: Awkward Boner

Meanwhile Backstage [DaeUp]

BTS:

Sauce~ [NamJin]

Compassion~ [Jimin]

Back In The Hotel Room [Jimin]

Handsome~ [JiKook]

Delicious~ [Taehyung/Female Reader]

TaeKook Mini Plot

NamjoonXReader Mini: Thigh Riding

SeokjinXReader Mini: Thigh Riding

YoongiXReader Mini: Thigh Riding

HoseokXReader Mini: Thigh Riding

JiminXReader Mini: Thigh Riding

TaehyungXReader Mini: Thigh Riding

JungkookXReader Mini: Thigh Riding

Morning Rhythm [Jimin]

JiminX[Older]Female!Reader Mini: Noona Kink

JungkookX[Older]Female!Reader Mini: Noona Kink

JinX[Older]Female!Reader Mini: Noona Kink

TaehyungX[Older]Female!Reader Mini: Noona Kink

RMX[Older]Female!Reader Mini: Noona Kink

J-HopeX[Older]Female!Reader Mini: Noona Kink

SugaX[Older]Female!Reader Mini: Noona Kink

DAY6:

SungjinXReader Mini: Tied Up & Waiting

JaeXReader Mini: Tied Up & Waiting

YoungKXReader Mini: Tied Up & Waiting

WonpilXReader Mini: Tied Up & Waiting

DowoonXReader Mini: Tied Up & Waiting

GOT7:

Being Tall Suits You- [YugBam]

JaebumXReader Mini: Cumming Inside

JinyoungXReader Mini: Cumming Inside

MarkXReader Mini: Cumming Inside

JacksonXReader Mini: Cumming Inside

YoungjaeXReader Mini: Cumming Inside

BambamXReader Mini: Cumming Inside

YugyeomXReader Mini: Cumming Inside

MONSTA X:

WonhoXReader Mini Plot

Good Morning, Hyunwoo [ShowKi]

Pretty Boys Shouldn’t Cry [HyungWonho]

Over The Edge [Shownu/Reader]

You’re My Ideal Type [Wonho/Female Reader]

ShownuXReader Mini: Grinding

KihyunXReader Mini: Grinding

MinhyukXReader Mini: Grinding

HyungwonXReader Mini: Grinding

WonhoXReader Mini: Grinding

JooheonXReader Mini: Grinding

ChangkyunXReader Mini: Grinding

ShownuXReader Mini: Finger Sucking

KihyunXReader Mini: Finger Sucking

MinhyukXReader Mini: Finger Sucking

HyungwonXReader Mini: Finger Sucking

WonhoXReader Mini: Finger Sucking

JooheonXReader Mini: Finger Sucking

ChangkyunXReader Mini: Finger Sucking

ShownuXReader Mini: Loud In Bed

KihyunXReader Mini: Loud In Bed

MinhyukXReader Mini: Loud In Bed

HyungwonXReader Mini: Loud In Bed

WonhoXReader Mini: Loud In Bed

JooheonXReader Mini: Loud In Bed

ChangkyunXReader Mini: Loud In Bed

NCT:

YuWin Ship Mini Plot

LucasXTaeil HighSchool!AU Mini Plot

JaehyunXDoyoung Greek Mythology AU Full Plot

JohnnyXJaehyun Mini Plot

~Oral Fixation~ [Jungwoo/Johnny/Jaehyun]

JaehyunXTaeyong Plot

SHINee:

Enjoyable [OnTae]

What A Beautiful View [OnHo]

TaeKey Omegaverse AU Plot

OnewXReader Mini: Being Unable To Walk After Sex

KibumXReader Mini: Being Unable To Walk After Sex

MinhoXReader Mini: Being Unable To Walk After Sex

TaeminXReader Mini: Being Unable To Walk After Sex

Stray Kids:

Changlix Fantasy AU Plot

VIXX:

LR Fantasy AU Rough Plot

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ASK GAMES:

1 Idol/1 object/1 word:

Jungwoo/Bath Robe/“Firey”

Kihyun/Phone/“Naughty”

Sehyoon/Pillow/“Femdom”

Namjoon/Collar/“Beg”

BamBam/Crown/“Bratty”

Ziu/Bathing Suit/“Sparkle”

Hakyeon/Scepter/“Master”

Changkyun/Vibrator/“Risky”

Jooheon/Blindfold/“Pegging”

Taekwoon/Belt/“Daddy”

TOP/Leather Gloves/“Listen”

Mingi/Sushi/“Friendship”

YoungK/Leash/“Pet”

Rainy day:

Wonho [Monsta X]

Daehyun [B.A.P]

Youngjae [B.A.P]

I.M [Monsta X]

Kihyun [Monsta X]

Donghan [JBJ]

Jinho [Pentagon]

A-Z Smut Alphabet:

Wonho [Monsta X]

Jungkook [BTS]

Namjoon [BTS]

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MOODBOARDS:

ATEEZ:

Mingi hands free masturbating Moodboard

B.A.P:

Skydive, Freefall Character Moodboard: Jongup

Skydive, Freefall Character Moodboard: Himchan

Skydive, Freefall - DaeUp Moodboard

Skydive, Freefall Character Moodboard: Daehyun

Skydive, Freefall Character Moodboard: Zelo

Skydive, Freefall Character Moodboard: Youngjae

Skydive, Freefall Character Moodboard: Yongguk

Skydive, Freefall Character Moodboard: Reader

Skydive, Freefall Character Moodboard: Hakyeon

Daehyun - Gangster/Daddy

BIGBANG:

GDTOP - Our Love Is Art

BTS:

Jimin - “Morning Rhythm”

DAY6:

Dowoon - Sub/Kisses

YoungK - Sub/Fox

JBJ:

Kenta - “So Pretty In Pink”

MONSTA X:

Wonho - “Rope Bunny”

Changkyun - Neko~

Changkyun - Subby

Jooheon - Daddy

NCT:

Doyoung as Asclepius Moodboard

Jaehyun as Caduceus Moodboard

Jaehyun - “Rich Boy”

Taeyong - “Soft Pride”

Yuta - “Senpai”

Johnny - “Long Distance”

Jungwoo - “Shark”

Yuta - “90′s Heartthrob”

Yuta - Kyoto

Yuta - Samurai

SHINee:

Taemin - “Purple Neon”

Taemin - “Bondage”

Taemin - Blue Night

Taemin - Blood Orange

Taemin - Purple

WINNER:

Mino - “Red Neon”

VIXX:

Water Nymph Leo Moodboard

Centaur Ravi Moodboard

Soloists:

Zion.T - 70′s

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Skydive, Freefall Fanfiction Trailer

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park-chan-yall · 6 years

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Kpop Moodboards Masterlist UPDATED 10/17/2018

A.C.E.-

Jun-Boyfriend

ASTRO-

Eunwoo- Horror Boyfriend

Eunwoo- Purple

Eunwoo-Vaporwave

B.A.P.-

Banghim- Soft

Yongguk- Orange

Daejae- Jealous

Daehyun- Fuckboy

Yongguk- Boyfriend

Yongguk- Mafia Smut

Yongguk- Bad Boy

Jongup- Vaporwave

BLACKPINK-

Jennie-Red & Yellow

Jisoo- Arcade Date

BLOCK B-

U-Bomb

Bastarz- Apocalypse

BTS-

Taegi- Witches

Taegi- Demon Taehyung/Human Yoongi

Vmon- Vampire Namjoon/Human Taehyung

Vmon- Stoners

Yoonmin- “Temptation”

Namgi- “Objects in Mirror are Closer Than They Appear”

Taekook- Competitive Roommates

Taegi- “Where the Heart Is”

Taegi- Artist Yoongi/Muse Taehyung

Taejin “Try a Little Tenderness”

Taegi- “White Chalk”

Taegi- Hockey Rivals

Yoonseok- “The Boys of Erinn”

Hoseok- Green

Taekook- Daddy Kink

Yoonmin- Daddy Kink

Sugakookie- Rapper Yoongi/Fanboy Jungkook

Jinmin- Rival Serial Killers

Taegi- Pining Yoongi

Namjoon- Baby Boy

Hoseok- Daddy Kink

Seokjin- Pastel Pink

Namjoon- Golden Hour

Jikook- Soft

Taehyung- Late Night Out

Yoonmin- Pastel

Namjoon- 4 Horsemen-Death

Hoseok- 4 Horsemen- Pestilence

Yoongi- 4 Horsemen- Famine

Seokjin- 4 Horsemen- War

Taegi- Yellow Comic

Taehyung- Neon Night Out

Hoseok- Coffe Date

Yoongi- Purple

Seokjin- Religious Assassin

Seokjin- Arcade Date

Namjoon- Pastel

Kookminjoon- “Protege”

Seokjin- Apocalypse

Taehyung- Night Out (and In)

Taegi- “Stuck On You (and I’m Still Here)”

Minjoon- “Instigate”

Taekook- Idol/Model

Jimin- African American Girlfriend

Vmin-Soft Idiots

Taehyung- Pink and Yellow

Taekook- “Comeback Kids”

Jikook- Roadtrip

Jungkook- 90′s

DAY6-

Dohyun

Jae-Picnic

Dowoon- Jealous

EXID-

Hani-Arcade Date

LE- Neon

EXO-

Chanbaek-When I’m With You (I Have Fun)

Chansoo-Roommatess to lovers

Boyfriend Junmyeon

Chanyeol as Fire

Xiumin as Frost

Opposites Attract Kaisoo

Chanbaek- It’s All in the Timing

Baekhyun and his Brazilian gf

Xiumin and his British gf

Chanbaek- Biker Chanyeol and Innocent Baekhyun

Chanyeol- Playing video games together

Chanbaek Smut

Sehun- A Night Out Together

Chanbaek- One Night Stand

Chanyeol- Christmas

Chanbaek- Roommmates to Lovers

Suho- Neon

Chanbaek- Enemies to Lovers

Xiumin- Neon at the Club

Sehun- Beach Picnic

Suho- Green Date

Chanyeol-Breakfast

Chanbaek- Basketball Rivals

Chanbaek- Married/ Expecting Twins

Jongdae- Bad Boy

Chenyeol- Roommates

Chenchan- Hockey Rivals

Chansoo- Demon Chanyeol/ Human Kyungsoo

Chanbaek- “A Little Like Love”

GIRIBOY-

Boyfriend

GOT7-

BamBam- Shopping Date

Jackson- Light in the Dark

HEIZE-

Blue and Yellow

HI5HLI5HT-

Junhyung-Neon

HYUNA-

Orange

Magenta

90’s Red

Girlfriend

IKON-

Yunhyeong-Late Night

Chanwoo- Night Out

Bobby- Red Relationship

Junhoe- Apocalypse

Hanbin- Apocalypse

Donghyuk- Apocalypse

Chanwoo- Apocalypse

Yunhyeong- Apocalypse

Jinhwan- Apocalypse

Bobby- Apocalypse

Jinhwan- The Lost Boys

IMFACT-

Jeup-Blue and Yellow

JBJ-

Hyunbin- Dark Boyfriend

Hyunbin- Baby Blue

Hyunhyun

Hyunbin- Yellow

Taehyun- Cyberpunk Hooligans

Donghan- Cyberpunk Hooligans

Longguo- Cyberpunk Hooligans

Kenta- Cyberpunk Hooligans

Sanggyun- Cyberpunk Hooligans

Hyunbin- Cyberpunk Hooligans

Donghan- Sexy Red

Donghan- Soft

Donghan- NSFW

MISS A-

Jia- Sexy Red

Jia- Dark

MOMOLAND-

Yeonwoo- Pink

JooE- Purple

MONSTA X-

Showhyuk-Artists

Jookyun- Hackers

Kiho- Nerd Kihyun/Bad Boy Wonho

Wonho- Reckless

Kihyuk- Breakup/Makeup

Kihyun- Late Night

Jooheon- Apocalypse

Jooheon- Mall Date

Kihyuk

NCT-

Yukhei- Carnival Date

Renjun- Boyfriend

Luwin- Domestic

Yuta- Date

Jaeyong- Blue

Jaewin- Beige

Jaehyun- Nighttime Pink

Mark- Roommates

Doyoung- Park Date

Jaehyun- Crush

Mark- College Freshman

Lucas- Boyfriend

Haechan- Red

Jeno-Blue

PENTAGON-

Jinho- Date

Hyojong

Shinwon- Day In

Hyojong- Bad Boy

Yuto- Late Night

Jinho- Beige

Hui- Rain

Yan An- Heat

Wooseok- Bad Boy

Hyojong- Rich Bad Boy

Yuto- Bad Boy

Yuto- Vaporwave

Yuto- Bad Boy

Yuyeo- Boyfriends

PRISTIN-

Kyla- Winter

Roa- Pastel

Roa-Soft

RED VELVET -

Seulgi- Trans Boyfriend

Wendy- African American Bf

Wendy- Slayer Series

Joy-Slayer Series

Yeri- Slayer Series

Irene- Slayer Series

Seulgi- Slayer Series

SEVENTEEN-

Junhao- Serial Killer

Seungcheol- Boyfriend

Wonhao- Rich Boyfriends

Seokwoo- Pining Roommates

Seungcheol- Fuckboy

Seokgyu- Fight Club

Minghao- Scifi Assassin

Seoksoon- One Night Stand

Soonchan- Opposites Attract

Seokmin- Fuckboy

Jigyu

Vernon- Yellow

Gyuhao-Smut

Seoksoon- Carnival Date

Soonyoung- Nature Artist

Jun- Red Aesthetic

Booseoksoon- Childhood Friends

Minghao- Blue Artist

Jun- Date Night

Jun- Bad Boy

JiCheol- “Flicker”

Soonchan- UFO Hunters

Jisol- “The Boy Least Likely To”

Junhao- Roommates

Seokmin- Dance Studio

Wonhao- Crushes Won’t Cooperate

Wonwoo- Artist

Seoksoon- Roommates

Jeongcheol- Soft

Soonwoo- Punk Hoshi/Nerd Wonwoo

Soonwoo- Soft Domestic

Seokmin- Smut

Booseoksoon- Roadtrip

Gyuhao

Seuncheol- Enemy with Benefits

Seokmin- Night Walk

Seoksoon- Poly

Seokmin- Nature Dates

Soonyoung-Witches Familiar

Seokmin-Dark Witch

Seokmin- Pastel Witch

Soonhoon- Soft Jihoon

Verkwon

Jeongcheol-Hitchhiker

Seoksoon- Camboy Seokmin/Pizza Guy Soonyoung

Seokmin- Cafe Date

Soonyoung- Cheery Girlfriend

Soonyoung- Teal and Yellow

Meanie- “A Plug and His GDI”

Seoksoon- Bros

Meanie- Drunken Encounter

Soonwoo- Friends to Lovers

Soogyu

Seoksoon- Horror Movie

Seoksoon- “I Thought You’d Never Ask”

Seoksoon- “Fool’s Gold”

Cheolsoo- Protective Seungcheol

Jicheol-Reluctantly soft Jihoon

Jisol- Blasphemous

Seokmin- Sunshine

Wonhao- Enemies to Lovers

Seoksoon- Band

Mingyu- Domestic

Seoksoon- “Wrong Number”

Seoksoon

Meanie- “Waiting and Waiting For You to Make a Move”

Soonwoo- “You Don’t Have to Go Home but You Can’t Stay Here”

Wonwoo- Bad Boy

Jihoon- Beach Date

Soonwoo- “Our House (Is a Very Very Very Fine House)”

Wonwoo- Assassin

Seuncheol- Tutor

Wonwoo- Roommates to Lovers

Minghao- Love at First Sight

Junhao- Road Trip

Jihoon- Crush

Soonyoung- Purple Crush

Mingyu- Pink Plus Size

Jihoon- Neon Green

Meanie-Road Trip

Jihoon- Pink Performer

Junhao- Best Friends

Cheolsoo- Baker and Gym Rat

Gyuhao- Dark Minghao/ Pastel Gyu

Seokmin- Strawberry Picking

Vernon- College

Minghao- Gang

Wonwoo- Otaku

Seokcheol- College Idiots

Jigyu- Detroit Become Human

Vernon- Alien and Cryptid Fan

Gyuhao- FWB/Lovers

Seoksoon- Bank Robbing Boyfriends

Soonchan- Musician/Fan

Mingyu- Dom

Mingsol- Skater!Minghao/Basketball Player!Vernon

Mingsol- Opposites Attract Roomates

2Seung- Thot!Seungkwan/Soft!Seungcheol

Woncheol-Cool!Seungcheol/Awestruck!Wonwoo

Chancheol- Thirsty College student!Chan

Meanie- “Crystal Balling”

Mingyu- Hip Hop Team Apocalypse

Wonwoo- Hip Hop Team Apocalypse

Vernon- Hip Hop Team Apocalypse

Seungcheol- Hip Hop Team Apocalypse

Minghao- Performance Witches

Junhui- Performance Witches

Soonyoung- Performance Witches

Chan- Performance Witches

Jeonghan- Vocal Team Slashers

Jihoon- Vocal Team Slashers

Joshua- Vocal Team Slashers

Seokwoo- Roommates

SF9-

Rowoon- Greaser

Hwiyoung- Mamma Mia

SHINEE-

Minho- 80’s Camp Counselor

Taemin- SciFi

STRAY KIDS-

Felix- Video Games

Chan- Dystopian

Hyunjin- Dystopian

Seungmin- Dystopian

Jeongin- Dystopian

Woojin- Dystopian

Felix- Dystopian

Jisung- Dystopian

Minho- Dystopian

Changbin- Dystopian

TWICE-

Nayeon- Pastel Girlfriend

Nayeon- Soft Girlfriend

Chaeyoung

UP10TION-

Kuhn- Purple & Pink

Wei- Pink

VICTON-

Seungwoo- Rose

VIXX-

Hongbin-Soft Pink

ACTORS & ACTRESSES

Ahn Jae Hyun- Vampire

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This is the Way.

Masterlist for all fics.

K-Pop/Music - MX, DPR, GOT7

♥️ Monsta X

Double Trouble (Jookyun) - Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Pairing: JooKyun x Reader | Genre: AU, Romance, Smut

Jooheon and Changkyun are an inseparable duo. They do everything together, and dating was no exception. You see them all the time and silently pine but eventually meet them and things progress from there.

Wattpad | AO3

♥️ Christian Yu | DPR Ian

Siren - Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Pairing: Christian x You | Genre: Demon AU, Romance, Smut

That voice. It started calling me during the darkest moments of the night, like a siren luring me further into the deep and it has continued for weeks.

Wattpad | AO3

♥️ GOT7

Tear You Apart - Chapter 1 | 2 | 3

Pairing: GOT7 x Reader | Genre: Demon AU, Romance, Smut, slight yandere, a bit mafia.

Jaebeom and Yugyeom are "running an errand" when the most delectable scent that he ever smelled hit Yugyeom like a ton of bricks. Yugyeom stops JayB and soon he smells it. They look across the street and see the her. They stalk her for awhile and finally get the chance to manufacture a meet with her.

Wattpad | AO3

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floofsta-x · 6 years

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Blood On My Hands (For You) [E]

genre;; dark / realistic fantasy, 1920s mob / mafia!AU, serial killer!AU

pairing;; Mainly Chae Hyungwon x Lee Minhyuk [Hyunghyuk]. Also, Shin Hoseok x Son Hyunwoo [Showho] and some Lee Jooheon x Im Changkyun [Married!Jookyun].

plot ;;

After Minhyuk’s first mob kill, his initiation as you will, he discovers that he can see the grim reaper: Hyungwon, the one who brings finality to the souls of hell-bound dead. Once the initial encounter is past, Minhyuk can’t get him off his mind. Quickly, his desire grows to see, touch--and maybe kiss--the tall, handsome, dark-haired man. So, he turns to some very questionable methods.

Based on this Reddit prompt.

⚠️ warnings;; violence, blood/gore, criminal activity, murder….angst…um maybe a bit of fluff? Smut, smut to an end (unwillingly fucking a man to kill him)...Good God just….hold on

words;; 14,914 (15k)

author’s notes;; so this fic was written for the 2017 MX Halloween fic exchange on AO3! It was based off a prompt given to me by @dirtyretrowrites, and I had a really really fun time with it. I don’t get a chance to write anything quite this dark very often. That said, this fic you might notice is not as refined as my others. Welcome to Bry writes raw! I thought that by only doing minimal editing and not my usual, extreme regimen, I could capture a little more of the dark, gritty theme. Anyways! Enjoy!

am I so primal? am I so cruel? I'd do anything to be closer to you. is it so carnal? is it a sin? I'll go to hell for my hands on your skin. vicious contention, I drive myself mad, all for a lover that I'll never have. is it so wicked to want you this much? desperate and dangerous, just for your touch? I'll be a slave, I'll be a killer, do anything that I have to do. I'll be a saint, I'll be a sinner, I put this blood on my hands for you. ⟶ Blood on my Hands - HIDDN and LEVV.

Lee Minhyuk ran for his life. Adrenaline coursed through him, and all he could hear was the pounding of his feet and his heartbeat in his ears.

The night was warm and calm, a direct contrast to the feelings tearing apart the tall, platinum blond’s heart at that moment. He and his three buddies had only made it out of the alley, but already he was gasping for air. There, they stopped, giving Minhyuk a chance to run a hand through his hair and sink down against a brick wall. Somehow, his racing mind had three thoughts going simultaneously: fuckfuckfuck, what the hell just happened, and I didn’t sign up for this bullshit. His legs wanted to take him far, far away from anyplace, and yet he felt frozen to the spot. Paralyzed, even.

“Good work, men,” a low voice, familiar though now suddenly unrecognizable, cut through the air. “I had a feeling that the deal was dirty, so I’m glad we came prepared.” All eyes turned to the tall, slender young man in a pinstripe vest. “Minhyuk, you work very nicely. You’ve more than passed your initiation ton–Minhyuk?”

Minhyuk hadn’t realized that his hands were coated thickly with blood until he had felt something wet drip down his head. Now he pressed a hand to the alleyway wall, and it left a print. Standing there, trembling, tracing the impressions of long, slender red fingers with his gaze, he was re-living things he had tried so desperately to forget, though it had only been minutes, well, actually, hell—seconds ago.

That man–I stabbed him–

The world fell away as his senses were flooded with memories: taking out the plain black handkerchief (so he wouldn't leave prints), and the feeling of a dagger thrust into his hand. The victim hadn’t even seen a moment of what was coming. Minhyuk stole up behind him and encountered tensile resistance when he plunged the knife deep into the other man's neck. As he had twisted the blade cruelly, there was a croak of pain, perhaps one last weak cry for forgiveness. A red, red stain had washed from the center of the wound, running in wet streaks down the back of the poor bloke's dark suit. Then Minhyuk had finished the job with a thrust through the heart. After that, all he needed to do was push, and a bloody corpse lay on the ground, eyes open, never to move again.

It was not something he had wanted to do, but when he had been told—he went. After all, if he refused, they could kill him. Such was the mob. Dirty, dastardly, hiding in the deepest shadows.

After a moment of dead, eerie silence, the leader hissed to his comrades. “We don’t have time. Leave him here, and he’ll come around. We’ll see him back at the house, soon.”

Minhyuk wasn’t sure how long he sat there, unmoving. It might have only been seconds; but it seemed like hours, days, an eternity perhaps. Some small part of him realized how alone he was after the three other pairs of feet scurried away. Yet, he couldn’t find the will or way to follow. His brain was still whirling at what seemed like hundreds of miles an hour, trying to come to terms with himself, stuck in a cycle of never ending confusion and revulsion.

When he finally snapped back fully to the present, he found himself terrified and shivering, even through the wool of his suit. It crossed his mind that perhaps the temperature had dropped to below freezing; but almost a rebuke came back. No, that wasn’t possible. There was a telling absence of steamed, frozen breath. He was just going into shock, that was all. Something deep inside him screamed that he had to get up and move before he froze to death here. So, he did. Minhyuk pushed himself to his feet and stumbled in a direction—which happened to be the way he had come, back towards the grisly scene of his first murder. His sluggish feet carried him to the alleyway, though every ounce of him did not like the idea. His eyes widened, and he immediately realized that saliva was flooding his mouth. As if his body was in rebellion, he doubled over and lost the contents of his stomach to the ground.

Goddamn. Fuck. Fuck this. All he could do was sit there for a moment, choking and gasping, until he finally straightened up and headed forward once again, making sure to avoid the pool of vomit. Somehow, he was still convinced that going to see the dead man might perhaps be smart, after all. Peace could wait for him there, and he'd pour out his heart, maybe confess his guilt—to a policeman or two eventually, he didn’t really care. He knew he had fallen too deep. The fate was inevitable, anyway. Minhyuk had a small circle of “friends” and some meager possessions in his name, but really nothing to lose. Jail, and a life sentence for first degree manslaughter, might be a better experience than what it was made out to be.

The night was still deathly silent, like all life and sound had moved away at the circumstances that had taken place not too long ago. Minhyuk had his eyes firmly fixed on the gap that led back into the alleyway as he slowly but surely made his way there.

No police sirens were in earshot, and the crime scene was still relatively fresh, so he was stunned to find someone hovering over the dead body. The blond pulled himself back into the shadows once he saw, and covered a mouth to stifle a gasp and heavy breaths. It certainly wasn't anyone he recognized right away, from his days mingling with mobmen, anyway. The stranger was tall, having a couple inches on Minhyuk, and skinnier too, wearing a long, loose trench coat and fedora hat. One could barely see a peek of fine dark hair underneath. He was illuminated in the light of the full moon shining overhead. For a moment Minhyuk stood, unmoving, as this almost unearthly figure knelt to brush his hand over the corpse’s pale, cold brow.

Then, a distinct baritone voice hit the blond’s ear. He almost immediately knew it was the stranger's, though he couldn’t see lips moving. It was lilting, perhaps a little bit smug, and as mysterious as the man himself.

“I know you’re there.”

Minhyuk had to bite back a gasp when the tall man turned to face him. He was...handsome. True, dark circles curved under his eyes, and something seemed off. (The reason wasn't quite apparent straight away.) But it was immediately of interest that his lips were pristine and plump. They might be cracked a little bit perhaps, but still were so, so enticing. His facial structure, as well, was perfect. Not to mention his figure...he could be a model for some high end clothing catalog.

The mob man had no choice but to speak now, after so obviously having been caught. Nervously, he swallowed and cleared his throat. Despite his best effort, his voice came out weaker than he wanted. "S—so what if I am? What does it mean to you?"

"Murderers...don't usually come back." An intense, scrutinizing gaze went right through Minhyuk and into his deepest fears. Damn, there was also, unexplainably, a sudden desire blooming within him at that very moment, the more his gaze shifted across the stranger's face and form.

The platinum blond couldn't bring himself to speak for a while. Eventually, though, he managed to stutter at least something. "I—don't—u...understand?"

"Why would you want to see the aftermath of your own crime?"

"Wait--you think I killed him? You have to be joking. I'm an innocent passerby."

The stranger guffawed. "Look, don't even try lying to me. There's blood on your hands. On your face. Down the front of your suit. Even in your hair, for Chrissake." He turned away, staring into the dark at the other end of the alley. Minhyuk wasn't completely sure how the next whisper reached his ears and didn't die, even in the stale air.

"Besides, your image is imprinted on his soul."

Nothing the tall man said or did was threatening, but somehow Minhyuk on high alert. The nudge in his brain that this could be dangerous seemed to finally be getting through to him. Instinctively, he stepped forward, acting on fight impulse. It wasn't really out of boldness, but a sudden and intense fear. He thrust his hand deep into a coat pocket, ready to pull the silver revolver that was there. "Wh—who are you, anyway?"

Seemingly undisturbed by Minhyuk's sudden, intense body language, the tall boy held his ground. "Of course. Naturally, you want to know." Strained, he sighed and continued, with much difficulty, "Once...a long time ago, I was called Chae Hyungwon."

Even as it hit his ear for the first time, a burning need overtook Minhyuk to never forget the name. Somehow, it described its bearer so well—whispering of prosperity and delicacy, high class and bearing. He could be a prince. Still, he hadn't asked the most important thing. "And what are you doing here?"

"Well...there is a title, a position, I call my own, but I don't believe humans quite know it the same way we do."

"Humans? Are you saying you're not?"

"I was, once. But now...I am simply a messenger to this corrupt and evil-filled Earth. I clean up messes and that is all."

"Yeah...no. You're not making sense. Are you here to drag the body away?"

Hyungwon chuckled lowly, mirthlessly. "I don't deal with physical evidence. I'm here for this mess." When he snapped his fingers, next to him rose a smoky, grayish-pale mass, which churned and swirled to take the shape of a man, screaming eternally, mouth open in an unnatural, unhinged manner. Its features became sharply defined, even in the low light. Quickly, it became obvious that it was an exact match to the figure laying on the ground.

Minhyuk suddenly wanted to throw up again. "That's—"

"His spirit." Somehow, that lilting baritone still cut through the blond's incredulous muttering. "I am what you mortals call, perhaps...a grim reaper."

"But you are not grotesque in the least." Admittedly, at the words, the image of a hooded, robed figure with a scythe and skeleton face had come to Minhyuk's mind. "Perhaps a little pale and heavy-eyed, but..." Honestly, you're one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen.

"And that is where the human definition of a grim reaper has gone astray. We are not ghastly. We walk among you." Almost before he had registered it in his mind, Minhyuk found himself face to face with the taller man. "Our appointed purpose is to guide the souls of the unsaved dead to their eternal rest in hell."

The blond's jaw was stuck open, unable to utter even a sound, in a moment all thoughts replaced by those of Chae Hyungwon. He was even more ethereal up close. All his muscles urged him to just reach forward, touch him, every inch of him, indulge a sudden and insatiable desire and curiosity.

But the moment was shattered by a woman's scream. She and her boyfriend turned into the alley, probably to make out, and froze at the sight of the dead, bloody body. In moments, they noticed someone else was still there as well. Then the couple was back out again, pounding feet thrumming on the sidewalk outside.

"I better go," Hyungwon sighed. "I have lingered too long as it is."

Minhyuk's eyes shot open, and he reached forward to grab the almost too-warm forearm of the taller boy. "Wai—wait, will I see you again?"

It was the other's turn to seem almost surprised. For a long moment he pondered what to say, before admitting, "Perhaps. Wherever I am needed, I will be." Then dark, stately Hyungwon was disappearing, fading into the shadows, gone without a trace.

"Minhyuk, come get ready for supper."

The calling voice jerked Minhyuk out of his reverie on the couch, and stirring slightly, the blond sighed. "Alright, give me a moment, Kihyun-ah."

A couple of weeks had passed since the whole alley incident, and as expected, nothing had come from the sudden and terrible death of the mob man, at least from the police. No investigation was made, no charges pressed. Not even a blurb about it was put in the daily newspaper. Minhyuk could feel the effects in his own life, though. Some of the higher-ups, and also those in his level of prestige, were more willing to look him in the eye or acknowledge his presence. He was finally considered a mob brother, after close to seven years of slaving for it, day in and day out. He hadn't chosen the life, but that was all he had now. Ever since he had been pulled in by him. Minhyuk cringed and growled under his breath at the thought of the man who insisted on being called sir, and...was practically the reason for everything that had gone wrong in his life. Even, perhaps, his very genesis.

But that was an issue for later. Minhyuk, having taken a moment like he said, pushed himself up and wandered into the kitchen, where five place settings were laid out his friend's kitchen table. Four pottery plates, and one paper. The very top of a booster seat poked up over the edge of the tablecloth. Yoo Kihyun was setting out everything they'd need for Bulgogi, a slight smile playing across his normally-serious expression. "Make yourself comfy. We'll dig in as soon as Jooheon, Changkyun, and Yujin are here."

Minhyuk did as he was told, pulling out the chair farthest from the booster, not the one with Kihyun's jacket draped over the back, either. In the midst of his friend's trips back and forth to the table, the blond felt himself start to drift off into his own thoughts again. Chae Hyungwon... As much as he had tried to forget the grim reaper entirely, Minhyuk had been unable to. The sight of his strained but handsome face hovering near his own was the ever persistent ghost of a memory. He desperately wanted to touch him, and probe deeper into the mystery of his tall, slender presence. The problem was though, how he was going to be there when Hyungwon appeared? He could go to nursing homes and things, places where fresh death was thick. But all at once it came back that the reaper had said it himself: "Our appointed purpose is to guide the souls of the unsaved dead to their eternal rest in hell." So simply old and dying dead would not work. The sudden violent death of criminals was needed instead. An idea started to tickle at the back of his mind.

At that moment, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. Both boys didn't flinch; they both immediately knew who it was. Two low and laughing voices were the confirmation. Then, right on cue, a small face peeked around the corner. Minhyuk couldn't help but smile brightly, and a warm feeling filled his heart. "Oh!" He exclaimed, cutely. "Is that a Yujinnie I see?"

"You're right! It's me!" A five year old girl giggled and hopped into the doorway. The blond man held his arms out, and she ran right to them. "Uncle Min'ook!"

"Yujinnie!" The girl planted a gentle kiss on Minhyuk's cheek, and he smiled brightly, hugging her close, warmly, tightly.

Moments behind her were a familiar pair of dimpled faces: Jooheon and Changkyun. Their fingers came untwined as they stepped in to greet their friends. "Now, now, Yujin, Don't crush Minhyuk in that strong grip of yours," Changkyun teased.

"I won't, Koon-ah!" She said, and promptly turned to crawl up Minhyuk's chest, making grabby hands. This time it was toward the other, short, black-haired man, standing nearby with a towel over his shoulder. "Uncle Ki'oon!"

"Hello, cutie." Gingerly, Kihyun took the girl from Minhyuk, setting her on his aproned hip and booping her nose. "How are you and your dads?"

"P'etty good."

By then, everyone had their affectionate gazes fixed on Yujin's glowing face. Her cuteness was irresistible, even to people as hardened and tested as all four of the older men were. They all had seen and done their fair share of shit for the mob. Jooheon, for instance, was a sniper, and had taken out some pretty prominent city figures. Changkyun had been a male prostitute before dedicating himself solely to his boyfriend and now husband. Kihyun could cheat at poker like it was nothing, and had a golden ear and tongue for intel. Not to mention seduction skills worth boasting about. And Minhyuk...well, you, reader, already know about Minhyuk. But, seeing this now, nobody could believe that. The four of them were together for one purpose and one purpose only: to celebrate the smiling and giggling bundle of cute joy that was the two youngest boys's adopted daughter.

In minutes, all five of them were seated, and Kihyun was cooking the first round of meat. Of course, the first few pieces went to the little girl, who widened her eyes at the taste. "This is really good! T'ank you, Ki-yoon-ah!"

"Of course, Yujin." Kihyun seemed to be glowing at the little girl's praise. She had them all wrapped around her little finger. When Jooheon and Changkyun had decided to adopt a child a couple of months ago, none of them had been prepared in the slightest for the wild ride that awaited them. First, they went to a few orphanages, looking at potential matches, but it wasn't until the last one that things fell into place. Yujin had taken to them like a duckling to water. They had fallen head over heels and though the process to bring her home was long and complicated, they had persevered. Now she was an irreplaceable part of the family.

In no time, it seemed, The meat, rice, seaweed and water was gone, and everyone—most particularly the older boys—were leaning back in contentment. Kihyun looked ready to fall asleep, as well as Jooheon. However Changkyun still seemed pretty lively, and so did Yujin. "Play with me, Koon-ah." She begged, reaching her arms out for her younger dad.

"Alright, missy." The soft maknae scooped his daughter up into his arms.

"Uncle Min'ook-ah!" Little arms reached for Minhyuk as well. "You too!"

"After I do the dishes and help clean up. Ok?" Giving her a promise and a kiss on the forehead seemed to satisfy her. Nodding, she pushed on Changkyun's shoulder, nudging him to the living room. He only stopped for a moment, to lean over and peck Jooheon on the lips, before they were wandering out.

Minhyuk wasted no time in starting to collect dirty plates and taking them to the sink. It was a potentially long job, but he didn't mind. It was the least he could do to repay his close friend for the food. Also, it gave him a few more seconds of silence. Eventually, Kihyun and Jooheon moved away from the kitchen, allowing the blond some head space. He couldn't get the events of his initiation and the following strange encounter out of his head. He was almost totally lost in them—it was a miracle he didn't drop anything or break dishes.

Some time passed, exactly how much, Minhyuk wasn't sure, before little, running footsteps came into earshot again. Sure enough, Yujin came barreling around the corner. The blond couldn't help but grin as he dried a plate and set it with the others, to be put away later. "What are you doing, squirt?"

"Shh. I'm hiding from Koon-ah!" With that, she gave a giggle and dived forward, hands scrabbling for Minhyuk's calves. The feeling of small, chubby fingers on his ankles made the blond's heart warm and his smile grow. Maybe one day, he'd be able to have a child of his own, a small person who'd he selflessly give his love to—

In my dreams.

"Uncle Min'ook?" The five-year-old's voice startled him out of his thoughts. Minhyuk glanced down to see her curious eyes on him again. "W'acha t'inkin 'bout?"

"Oh, nothing, Yujinnie," he smiled encouragingly, the best he could. "Just grown-up stuff."

She didn't quite seem to be convinced, though; and a brief second later, she asked a question that flipped Minhyuk's world upside-down.

"You've seen him, haven't you?"

She could have been talking about anyone, but for some reason, Minhyuk's heart nearly stopped at the question. "Seen who?" he replied, continuing to force a pleasant expression.

"The tall, nice man...in dark clothes. He has big lips, too." She traced her mouth, as if her own was thick and luscious as well. For talking about someone who dealt with death and damned souls, her voice wasn't any less cheery than before.

Some bile rose to the blond's mouth, and he forced it back down, making his throat burn. He managed to choke a question out, somehow. "Is he really handsome?"

"Yeah-yeah." Yejin nodded vigorously. "You did meet him!"

"Yes." His answer came carefully. "Have you?"

A little 'mhm' sound was her confirmation. Now Minhyuk couldn't wet his lips, and he was too parched to speak. Yujin's voice came out in almost a whisper, and she shuffled her feet. "I was still at the or'panage, and one night I couldn't sleep, so I decided to get up. He was in the hall. I was scared at first, but he was so nice. He smiled at me and gave me a pat on the head."

"Why was he there in the dark?"

Yujin furrowed her eyebrows, mood shifting. "He said that after he was gone, I wouldn't have to cry anymore. And Mrs. Matron died."

Was this really real? Was anything anymore? A plate came close to slipping out of his hand, and he couldn't help but gape. Faintly, in the back of his head, Minhyuk recalled that Mrs. Matron was the mean, cruel former orphanage headmistress, who had treated the children like slaves. Because of the mob, he knew a lot of evil, dastardly people, but he couldn't imagine one who looked down on and wanted to exploit even the smallest orphan child. Some of the things that Yujin said sometimes about her put his stomach in knots and made his blood run ice cold.

In a moment, however, his mind returned to the tall grim reaper. Hyungwon had...shown her affection? He hadn't as much as let the corners of his mouth tip up in Minhyuk's presence, but somehow the idea of him smiling to a little girl wasn't alien at all.

But then, suddenly:

"You like him, don't you, Uncle Min'ook?"

The blond's mind went blank, and he scrambled in his head for an answer. Thankfully, he didn't have to, as just then, Changkyun peeked around the corner and locked eyes with his daughter. "Yujinnie!" He chortled. "There you are! You're a good hider. Or, maybe Minhyuk hyung is just a good hiding place, huh?"

There was a bright giggle, and the girl ran to the younger man's arms. "He is a good hiding spot." After another moment, she piped up again. "I was telling him about the tall man!" Something went through Changkyun's eyes, maybe alarm. "You know him, too, don't you, Uncle Min'ook?" She was so eager; Minhyuk almost felt bad for choosing to ignore the question and not say anything. Dropping his eyes to the dishes, he instead turned to put a few away.

The younger boy hummed disapprovingly. "Maybe we should get you home and to bed. The last time you talked about the tall man, you were so sleepy you couldn't keep your eyes open."

"But it's true!" A gigantic pout appeared, and a few tears as well. "He said his name was 'ywon—'yugwon—or something."

"Hyungwon," Minhyuk murmured under his breath, and Yujin snapped her head around.

"See, Koon-ah!"

"Let's talk about this with Jooheon later, ok?" Though Changkyun's voice was calm and even, relaxed and unstrained, Minhyuk could feel his intense gaze. It drilled into the older's head like a factory machine. It was all too clear that he didn't believe Yujin's story, and was trying to chastise his hyung for entertaining it. Who in their right mind would do the opposite? It was ridiculous—to someone who had never met a grim reaper before.

When Minhyuk returned to his small apartment that night, jumbled thoughts swirled in his head. He got all ready for bed and climbed under the covers, but ended up laying awake. He thought that he had been in a confused state when he left, but that was nothing compared to now. There were all these questions prodding him, answers he needed to obtain. What of Chae Hyungwon? Where was he now? As much as Minhyuk knew it was wrong, and he was being irrational, he hoped that the tall boy was thinking of him at least a little. What was this new feeling, like butterflies blooming at the thought of the tall grim reaper's presence? Puppy love? Lust?

For all the mess in his head, his heart beat to one thing and one thing alone: No matter what it takes, I will find him again.

The blond tossed and turned for a long time before finally, around 2am, he finally paid attention to the tingling in his restless legs and got up, flipping on the lamp at his bedside. Without really knowing why, but with a purpose lingering in a dark corner of his mind, he approached his closet. There was a safe stashed away in the back corner, and he pulled it open. The object he needed was right at hand, wrapped in a particular, black, bloody handkerchief—the knife. He had pulled it from that first victim, perhaps as a token of sorts. But now, the more Minhyuk stared at the dried blood on the blade and traced its sleek, deadly shape with his gaze, he grew to see it not as a weapon and instrument of death. It was a chance. A chance to make all his dreams come true. Something inside him was screaming that this was what he needed to finally find peace, to set the wrongs in his life right. To rid the world of some little evil.

The next day, Minhyuk walked into the hideout with the dagger strapped to his leg, its sharp point grazing his thigh. Jabs of pain, and a small trail of blood that soaked into his sock reminded him what he was supposed to do. He was determined: in order to see the love of his life again, and settle a personal vendetta, he'd become a living nightmare to those who'd wronged him and his family. Starting, of course, with the man formerly known as his father's best friend. Ah, what a lying title. Bang Jeongmin was in all reality, a traitor, one of many. Minhyuk knew who all of them were by now—there was Jeongmin-hyung and seven others, plus him.

See, Minhyuk's parents had been part of the mafia, too. Not just his father, but his mother as well. Mr. Lee, senior was a bootlegger, making dangerous and highly illegal runs between alcohol-soaked territories and ones under prohibition; he was well-known to all the speakeasy owners in the area. Mrs. Lee, on the other hand, sometimes masqueraded as a prostitute and could use her way with men to get whatever intel she needed from the police. Quite a few attempts at justice were foiled thanks to her talents. They weren't bad people, just desperate ones who found themselves tangled up in shady activities. Each simply had a will to survive and their own, fallible human heart. This was clear in what happened with Mrs. Lee once her future husband started to woo her. She knew right away that he was the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, and resigned from her life of deceit. Faithfully, she waited for him every morning, afternoon, and night. Though she still helped where she could, she didn't do many of the things she had before, no matter the offer or opportunity. All she wanted was happiness with her husband.

Mr. Lee never failed to come home to her, either. By all outward appearances, their life was peaceful and content. They were very much in love, and got married fairly soon after their romance began. It seemed that nothing could keep them apart.

Oh, people tried. First there was the fact that after getting married, some men seemingly took it upon themselves to hurt Mr. Lee. He started to appear more frequently with fresh, bleeding cuts and bruised eyes. It eventually became so bad that his face was constantly marred, almost unrecognizable. Despite Mr. Lee's tolerance and patience through this abuse, it didn't stop, like he hoped. He was still working so hard to make sure the mob's every need was met, and yet they still often beat him. He began to suspect some bigger player was involved in all this. In particular, there was one big man who looked at the bootlegger with an especially malicious eye. His name was Mr. Cha Jaemin, and he was a new player, a star in the underground. It seemed that every single woman in sight pined after him and his empire. Yet, he was infamous and wanted because he was ruthless, and his venomous smile was enough to instill fear in the heart of everyone. It wasn't like Mr. Lee could just pin everything on the rising kingpin, though. A motive, if any, was unclear, and he couldn't directly prove it was him ordering the beatdowns.

Mrs. Lee, meanwhile, was suffering greatly as well. Her husband was now a far cry from the man she loved and had married. At least his personality and heart hadn't changed. To her, he was also still so handsome. Still, she worried, though for a long time she was too scared to ask about details, keeping her questions far away from everyone, even the mob contacts she still had. The frequency with which she pulled him to the bathroom and applied ointment and bandages was getting to her, though, and it finally broke her spirit completely. There was a night when, crying and sobbing into his shoulder, she implored him to tell her why he was always so beaten up. If there was anything she could do to make it stop, she wouldn't waste a second.

That was just the thing, though. He was afraid that if he spilled everything, there would be terrible consequences. "The higher ups have decided they like to pick on me, for some reason," he said softly, caressing her cheek. "Don't worry about me. It'll stop once they realize that they owe me nearly everything they have." Then he leaned down for a passionate kiss. He could barely keep from hissing in pain when his lip tore open again, but all he wanted was to soothe her with gentle touches, and satisfy her need for more when it burned hot in her breast and core.

One night, she waited and waited up for him. 1am passed, but he still wasn't there. It was the first time in years he hadn't returned before midnight, and though Mrs. Lee tried her hardest not to worry, she couldn't sleep. Laying in bed, tossing and turning, she prayed to a higher power that he wasn't dead or dying, just truly held up at work. Even, arrested and in jail. Anything was better than not being able to see her husband again.

The door creaked open. She was facing away, and for a moment she held her breath and let a smile play on her lips, expecting to hear the telltale signs of Mr. Lee getting ready for bed before a warm body slid in next to her.

But instead, rough hands grabbed her shoulder, pulling her over onto her back. The faces of several men glowered over her, and a cool cloth was pressed to her mouth and nose. She tried to struggle and fight, but suddenly she was being pulled down, down into blackness...

This was what she had told thirteen-year-old Minhyuk in her last days. Despite his young age, he could remember everything about how she looked lying in a hospital bed, an unknown affliction tearing the rest of her life from her. Minhyukie had been crying and unable to say a word, listening in horror as she had proceeded to relate how she had woken up the next morning to a red-faced, incredulous, and livid Mr. Lee stroking her forehead. A broken man, he could barely keep from crying. Pain washed through her every nerve, especially between her legs. Of course, it didn't take her long to realize that she had been drugged and gang-raped.

It wasn't until the traumatized boy was older that he learned exactly what that implied, and, more importantly, why it had happened. See, Mr. Cha had been in love with Mrs. Lee, and only wanting her for himself, became irrationally angry when she had fallen for her husband. Selfish and full of desire, he indeed had been the one giving orders to treat Mr. Lee dirty. When that didn't work, next he organized a group of his closest men around him, with the sole intent to force their way into the Lee household and violate the young wife. If that horror story wasn't enough, Mrs. Lee became pregnant and birthed a baby boy nine months after the incident: Minhyuk.

Now, twenty-three years later, the mogul was the one and only object of Minhyuk's blinding hate, but also his boss and one of the richest and most powerful men in the city. The blond felt so ashamed that he had looked up to him as a mentor, before this dark twist had come to light. Minhyuk could potentially be—and probably was—Mr. Cha's son, and that made the young man sick. Hell, he had nearly lost his lunch and dinner all over the ornate office rug when at the age of sixteen, he had pulled Minhyuk into his office and used a claim on Minhyuk's true paternity to rein the boy in. Afterwards, there were plenty of situations where it was brought it up again. It was an effort to keep Minhyuk loyal and compliant, and so far, it had worked.

After the deathbed confession, Minhyuk had slowly come to realize that his parents were completely aware of this, but had treated him like their child anyway. That touched the young man's tender heart (or whatever was left of it, anyway) and made tears flow on so many occasions. To Minhyuk, Mr. Lee would always be his true father, not that ugly man who was loving, but in all the wrong, twisted ways.

Somehow, Minhyuk managed to convince himself that this was the true reason he was going to start his crusade to "murder in the name of good". It wasn't just because he longed for another encounter with Hyungwon. Though yes—he wanted to see the man again. Some considered him to be death itself, but it brought the blond strange new life.

It was all too easy to lure Jeongmin into a trap. All it took was the tantalizing promise of premium Cuban cigars. Minhyuk hated them, but he knew that others, including his target, would do anything for them. "Lemme see the goods first," The older mob man demanded when they met in the sandy, grimy alley, the same one the first murder had gone down in. Minhyuk grinned and casually held out the open box filled with the tidy rolls of tobacco, a treasure he had worked hard for.

Jeongmin reached for them, but the younger pulled away at the last moment, tsking. "Where's my payment?"

As the traitor grumbled and reached into his pocket for his wallet, that was when the blond made his move. In nearly the exact same place he made his very first stab wound, the bloody knife plunged deep into Jeongmin's skin. Surprised at such a powerful and sudden move from the normally-meek and timid Minhyuk, his eyes went wide, and he croaked the beginning of his murderer's name. The familiar blood ran across the blond's hands, and he gripped the handle firmly and pulled it forward, through quivering flesh. In brief seconds, the grizzled mobster was lying on the ground, pale, cold and unmoving. Minhyuk stood, trembling, trying to get over the waves of shock and adrenaline, like the time before. Unconsciously, he ran his hand through his hair, getting the part bloody and wet.

When he glanced up, Hyungwon was standing there in the moonlight, staring at him. "You again," He said in that lazy drawl, and knelt down to wave his hand over the dead man's face. Minhyuk couldn't help but notice the gray mist that swirled up as he did so.

He chuckled. "Of course it's me. Who else would you expect?"

"I take thousands of murdered souls every day, sir—"

"Minhyuk's the name. Lee Minhyuk." A strange, wide smile grew on the blond's face. "And if that's true, than you remember me. I'm flattered."

Hyungwon's eyes widened, mouth falling open. "Okay, right. Minhyuk. It's not a wonder I didn't forget. You can see me. Not everyone has that honor."

In the moment, a few questions rushed through Minhyuk's head: Why were he and Yujin able to see Hyungwon, after all? Perhaps death was simply as lonely a fate as it was said to be, and they had happened upon the reaper at the brief point in time when he was making his call. Still, as soon as the musings were there, they were gone again, replaced by a single, voiced thought. "You know, I'm going to keep killing until you see me how I see you."

Hyungwon's eyebrow perked, and he glanced up. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Until you realize how beautiful you look bent over a dead body." Honey-laced words slipped out before Minhyuk could stop them.

It was easy to miss the small smirk that formed on the reaper's face, but it certainly did not go unnoticed by the human. "Did you just confess to me?"

"Perhaps I did."

"Hm. I'll have to mark this down as one of the more interesting experiences I've had in my years on the job."

"It better be the last time someone says anything like that to you, too." Minhyuk growled. Suddenly overtaken by boldness, he stepped forward, over the corpse, to tug on Hyungwon's white collar. Maybe it was just his imagination, but the grim reaper bent over all too easily. Their lips met in a one-sided, rough kiss. When they pulled away, the shorter man's eyes were heavy with want. Almost, need. It pained him to see Hyungwon walk back into the shadows and vanish. Though Minhyuk's lust in the moment gave him more of a rush than killing, he also wanted to keep teasing, have the beautiful boy keep him at arm's length for a long time to come.

As Lee Minhyuk watched the blood wash down the drain that night, he stroked himself and violently came to fantasies of the ever-so-tantalizing, otherworldly heat of death's harbinger. Talk about a guilty pleasure.

So, Lee Minhyuk became a serial killer. As the number of times he killed rose, the line between the bliss of seeing his enemies' deaths and encountering death itself blurred together. He always got a kick and a rush out of how they always agreed to meet him alone, thinking that there was absolutely no way that Lee Minhyuk, the pansy, could hurt them. Then when the first metallic kiss of the knife reduced them to a babbling mess, their eyes opened wide. Right after that thrill, another always came. For a while, seeing the grim reaper was enough, though he remained distant, quiet, and passive. Thus it was that Minhyuk's life became one of thirst, for blood and the gaze of Chae Hyungwon.

At some point, people within the crime ring realized that there was someone picking them off, systematically getting rid of certain individuals. After the sixth man fell, Mr. Cha decided that enough was enough and they needed to catch this psycho son of a bitch, now. He might have also been aware that his own life was hanging in the balance, but under the guise of caring for his men, he decided to put one of his lackeys on the case. The appointed scapegoat would start probing around to see if anyone was helping this killer, and what he was being paid for taking out those on his hit list. Well, that lackey happened to be Shin "Wonho" Hoseok.

Just like many others, Hoseok was a good guy who had gotten tangled up in bad situations. Some of the victims had been, too, before their untimely demises. So understandably, he was scared. He came into this new position—a promotion, of sorts—knowing that it might put him on the list for elimination. He was grateful, however, and prepared. So, Wonho listened attentively to what his boss had to say. Mr. Cha passed a few documents over, mostly crime scene reports taken from the police files. All of these violent and systematic killings had been assumed to be syndicate-related, and so the paid officers on the force had kept hush-hush so far, out of the public news, not bothering to follow up on investigations.

The handsome, yet strong young man set straight to work, poring through the files. Then he started to stick his hands in the muck, calling his contacts one by one. Because of his sexy body and cute smile, he could get pretty much whatever he wanted, from anyone he set his sights on. Still, it didn't seem to matter, as all he found was fear like his own. So many people were scared that they'd be next, that somehow this twisted, knife-wielding figure would find them in the night and end their lives prematurely. Wonho couldn't find anyone willing to admit they were paying an assassin, and he doubted that anyone he talked to was lying about not knowing anything of that nature, so he quickly became stuck. And with time not on his side (another two men had been slain while he talked to everyone he could think of) something had to be done. He had no choice but to go to his last resort. It would be a long shot, he knew, and very risky, but if he was persistent, things might just pay off.

So, on a Tuesday afternoon, he strolled into a stone building downtown and made his way to the third floor, where a cozy lobby was tucked away. The petite brunette secretary frowned when she looked in her book and saw he hadn't called in advance.

"I'm very sorry, sir, but Mr. Son rarely sees clients without an appointment."

"That's okay," Hoseok said, cheerily. "Can't hurt to ask, huh?"

"He's busy right now," she seemed to be growing ever more flustered and annoyed at Hoseok's sunny smile. "You don't have much of a chance, sir--"

"I'm willing to wait." Promptly, Wonho went to one of the hard chairs in the lobby, set his folders on his lap, and started to glance out the window, knowing that looking at nothing would set her at unease.

Though the girl behind the desk still huffed at him for a while, his hard work paid off, eventually. It only took a half-hour, too. Muttering something like fine, she sighed and picked up the telephone at her side, holding down the receiver hook and waiting for a moment. Presently, there was a click, and a male voice floated through, faintly: "Yes, Miss Hani?"

"Mr. Son...I know that you usually don't take walk-ins, but there's a young man out here who won't leave. He's staring out the window, driving me crazy, and I swear his pout is something even the most hardened of men can't resist—"

"Alright, well if he's so insistent, send him in, then." (Wonho cheered inwardly, but he fought the smile that wanted to grow on his face.)

"Of course, sir." As the secretary set down the phone, her eyes drifted back up to Hoseok, who had stood to await directions. "Down the hall, on the left. It's pretty hard to miss his name on the window. Knock before you go in."

The mafia man gave her a deep bow and polite thanks, and made his way closer to the office he needed. He passed two doors before stopping in front of where Son Hyunwoo, Private Detective was carefully hand-painted on a frosted pane in gold letters. Despite his outwardly cool and collected countenance, the files couldn't seem to stop shifting in his hand, and he was sweating underneath his collar. If he was caught associating with anyone but his brothers, he would be killed for sure, and not by the serial murderer. The only thing Hoseok felt could help him now, though, was a fresh, experienced pair of eyes, and he had come to some of the best ones in the world. South Korea's resident sleuth, Son Hyunwoo wasn't just a household name in his own country; the man was famous internationally. He had an uncanny ability to crack the toughest cases, even some that were decades cold. No wonder he had been so hard to find and see, people off the street must often demand his services.

Hoseok raised his fist, knocked firmly three times, and was greeted by a flat "come in". He didn't need a second prompting, turning the burnished brass knob and slipping into the room. Usually, he wasn't one to be shy, but all of a sudden Wonho was aware of a pair of eyes on him, and the weight this meeting carried. He could barely look at the investigator's desk, let alone the man himself, as he turned toward it and bowed. "Son Hyunwoo? I'm Wonho. I'm sorry to bother you, if you're busy right now. Thank you for seeing me on such short notice."

A warm and rich (though slightly robotic) voice hit the mobster's ear and melted there. "It's fine, and you're welcome. Please, no need to be so formal. Take a seat, would you?" Immediately, Hoseok scrambled to do as he was told, settling down in a hard wooden chair again before gathering the courage to glance up. When he finally was able, he couldn't stop a gasp from slipping his lips, and his eyes widened. The detective was--handsome. He had dark hair and broad, muscular shoulders that reminded Wonho of his own. They were filling out an almost-too-small white button up shirt and suspenders. His lips were parted a little, head popped up from a pile of paperwork. Thick glasses framed his eyes, and his pen tapped gently on the desk. This was him? The world-famous sleuth and warrior for justice? It had to be, Hoseok thought. He had the same voice as on the phone, and the name was on the door and also a desk placard, so there was no room for doubt.

"Something wrong? What is it?" The detective asked after a long moment of silence.

Shaking his head side to side to clear the jumble of thoughts, Hoseok chuckled. "Sorry. I just--wasn't expecting someone so young."

And hot.

"Well, what did you think you'd see?"

"Ah--I really can't say. Someone graying I think, the picture of a grizzled veteran. Or, maybe tall and skinny, like Sherlock Holmes. How old are you, anyway?"

"Twenty-four," Hyunwoo replied. "Yeah...many people are thrown the first time they meet me."

"I mean, it's not that you don't look like a P.I, and a damn good one at that too. It's just that your reputation precedes you...makes you seem older, more experienced, ya know?"

"I know." Something akin to sadness flitted across the detective's face, but then he squared himself and gave a curt nod. "But I promise that I'm every bit as good as what they say in the papers."

"Oh, I don't doubt that." Probably good in bed, too, Hoseok thought fleetingly, but shoved it down. Now the two men wore matching smirks. "Well, um, that said...let's get to the point, huh?"

Hyunwoo leaned back and gestured for Hoseok to continue. The mob man swallowed. "Before I ask...I need to make it clear that if you choose to help me, you might be making enemies with the law. You'll be saving lives, but depending on where you stand, whether those lives are worth saving is...questionable." Turning and rummaging around in the pocket of his coat, he produced three one hundred dollar bills and laid them on the desk. "Here's some money for your trouble, don't worry, it's mine. Take it as a little promise, and payment of a walk-in fee...though I doubt you have one in the first place."

Something glinted deep behind Hyunwoo's pupils. Though anyone would have expected it to be about the cash, Hoseok realized with a jolt that wasn't the case. The detective seemed to be more interested in the hand that paid it, and his eyes narrowed, searching Hoseok's face. "Okay...I'm intrigued. Go on."

"I don't mean to dance around anything with you, and that said, I think you should first know that I work for Mr. Cha Jaemin."

"As in, rules the city and the black market...Kingpin of crime, most wanted on every list, Cha Jaemin?" Hyunwoo seemed incredulous.

"The one and only." Anyone even close to the police and crime in this city knew the big boss's name. Just speaking it had a way of instilling fear into people. "But this is not for him. This is for the boys...my brothers, if you know what I mean. See, there's been someone picking us off, and we're not quite sure who. He's murdered eight of us in the last three weeks." Hoseok leaned back and flipped open the file on top of his pile, turning it toward the investigator.

Hyunwoo took it, and scanned the document briefly. "Police reports...where'd you get these?"

"Mr. Cha has his ways." Hoseok, himself, wasn't sure how. Perhaps a dirty cop or inside man snuck them out for him. "Some of the men being killed are close to the Boss, and have at one point or another been his close friends. But the reason I'm here, talking to you, is..." Pulling out another file, Hoseok opened it and placed it on top of the other. "This is Moon Jongup...or was Moon Jongup, a buddy of mine before the Mafia killer ended his life. He was a good guy...just a runner, pulled into crime against his will. He had a wife and unborn child, who now are without a husband and father. There are a lot of us who are scared, Mr. Son, because we're in the same boat. We have families and dreams just like any other person, and we're afraid we're going to be next."

The detective paused, staring at the photograph of Jongup's bloody body. It was a long minute before he spoke again. "What about you, Wonho?" His voice rumbled quietly. Hoseok swallowed when Hyunwoo's gaze met his again. "Why are you here, asking me for help?"

"I'm the one being paid to work the case, but not in this way. Mr. Cha is convinced that this is a paid hitman and sent me to talk to people, but I've probed my entire web and still nothing. I've run out of viable options. Besides, I have people I want to protect, too."

"So, then I take it that Wonho isn't your real name."

It meant protector. Hoseok had started calling himself that, and it stuck with everyone. He could have, should have, denied it. It wouldn't have been a stretch to smile wistfully and pass it off as coincidence. For some reason, however, he already trusted Hyunwoo. "Yeah, no, it's not." The mobster sighed and dropped his gaze. "My given is Hoseok--Shin Hoseok."

"That one fits you, too." The mobster dared to glance up, and had to stop and get his heart beating again. Hyunwoo was smiling, showing white teeth and crescent moon eyes with wrinkles on the outsides. Damn that cute expression. Maybe Hoseok shouldn't have trusted the detective with his knowledge, because all of a sudden blush was rising to his cheeks.

The moment was fleeting, and sorely missed as Hyunwoo's expression set, determination flashing behind his eyes. "Alright. I shall help you, no matter the consequences to my practice or reputation. If there is one man like you we can save...It will be worth everything." The detective offered his hand, and Hoseok met it with a firm grip. Happiness danced on the younger man's face. Tears were gathering in the corners, tears of relief, that was. Maybe together, they'd be able to take down this killer. They traded files, and Hyunwoo took the others and started combing. "So...what makes you so certain that this is one man doing all these by himself?"

"I don't know. There's not really any concrete proof, other than the patterns are similar and the victims' connections. Most of us--who kill, or have killed at one point or another, do it in much the same way. So yes, it could be a couple or few separate individuals. I just have a feeling about it being one person, someone no one would suspect, and that's why he's been so successful thus far."

"Fair enough. You know, looking at all these pictures side by side..." Hyunwoo pulled a couple and laid them out in front of him. "The placement of the knife wound, dominant hand, and position of the bodies all point to a single murderer as well. A...serial killer, at the stage this is at."

"God...just as I'd feared. We have a lunatic on our hands."

"It seems so."

He wouldn't admit it to himself, but for Minhyuk, it boiled down to the fact that he was getting pretty desperate. Every kill, and every day that passed, only brought him closer to his goals, but at times it didn't seem to be enough. He tried everything he could think of, no matter how inane or complicated, but still the object of his affection was transient and out of reach. Hyungwon didn't return his love, though he did seem to be opening up. It gave the blond hope, but he needed more time, precious hours, days that he might not have. The list of the original nine left alive was always shortening. Plus, he could feel himself growing in favor with Mr. Cha. The Boss often asked for Minhyuk to come into his office, only to tell him something inconsequential and send him away again, or "have him around" (the younger man heard from others what this would lead to, and strangely, he wasn't fazed). The killer inside of him starting to unintentionally look for other motives. One he found was a dogfighting ring using family pets stolen out of yards. Those who showed up to watch often bet which canine would die first. All those poor slain dogs made Minhyuk's soft side hurt and anger flare, and soon the illegal matches had to stop because spectators and organizers were too afraid.

Then things got out of hand—the body count expanded to fifteen. It was getting harder, as well, to lure victims out in the open. People started to notice that the mafia killer had a pattern. Men who usually were unafraid of anything now ducked for cover, and paled at the mention of the string of murders. Confusion reigned, above all, regarding the identity of the killer, and people scrambled to make accusations, all false ones. Minhyuk found himself almost drunk on this feeling of power, no matter how anonymous it was. He now enjoyed the feeling of blood on his hands, thick and warm, almost hot. Also, the sight of red mixed with clear water, swirling down the shower drain, became a constant he depended on.

Hyungwon, of course, wasn't aware of all of this, or the human's vendetta. He had his job, and that was it. Time to linger was not afforded him. Still, the grim reaper was all too conscious of the obsession. After that second meeting, and Minhyuk's kiss, the taller boy tried to keep himself detached and cold, hoping it would go away. That quickly became a flimsy wish. Time and again he was sent to collect another slain soul, and as soon as he arrived on the scene, knew who had done it. The blond's pattern was all too clear, and he would always be waiting. It was getting harder to ignore the urgency in the human's fleeting touches. He often grabbed Hyungwon's hand and begged him to stay, if only for one more minute. The puppy-like eyes and little pout was hard to resist, so perhaps it shouldn't have been a surprise when it happened for the first time, and Hyungwon found himself acquiescing. A heart still existed in his chest, after all, even if it wasn't beating. Rolling his eyes, he pulled Minhyuk into a hug, though it wasn't warm--literally. (The reaper was practically undead, so he didn't have body heat.) Minhyuk didn't seem to mind though, nuzzling into the taller's neck and squeezing him affectionately in return. That seemed to placate him until their next meeting, when again the shorter asked to be held, and again Hyungwon gave in.

The tall grim reaper hadn't always been this way. Once upon a time, he had been a twisted double agent. Though he started out working just for his own country, with time, greed became his vice. No one could resist the handsome soldier's charms and good looks. Soon he was playing every side he could for money and power. Minhyuk was a murderer, but Hyungwon had been so much more. One of the curses of him "living" to walk the earth and collect souls was that he could remember and name off every one of his kills, conquests, and underhanded activities, even two hundred years after he had committed them. On that last day, he walked into his bed-chamber at night, shut the door behind him, and was met with the point of a knife digging into the nape of his neck. He didn't need to know which one of his enemies was there lying in wait, because it really didn't matter. He challenged the person in the darkness to just get it over with already, and they had. (It was a woman, whose husband Hyungwon had fucked and killed a few weeks before.)

He expected to go to hell, but didn't imagine it to be full of ashen-pale, tangible people, beings that could almost be alive. At his curious gaze, they steered him away from the lines of other straggling souls and brought him to a lavishly-furnished room. These were the quarters of the shining deity, Lucifer. That day he had learned that he could see death, so he was to become death, himself. Some people earned it, like in his case, with all the wrong they'd done in their brief Earthly stay, and others just never lost the ability to look upon the face of a reaper after growing out of childhood. Hyungwon would still have a body, and a memory, but his emotions and free will would be stripped completely. Or, so Satan told him. Now, though, as the reaper carried out orders, cursed to do the same wretched thing for the rest of eternity, something was different. He wasn't supposed to be feeling anything, and yet he was. Was he truly changing, or...maybe, was Minhyuk changing him?

Because despite the reaper's determination not to get too close, somewhere along the way, the man who murdered to see death was causing a stir in his chest. Sometimes Hyungwon could swear that blood coursed languidly through his veins once more when he emerged on crime scenes that were so clearly the blond's. It had been a long time since the reaper had been needed like this, but that wasn't quite convinced that this was the sole reason why Lee Minhyuk succeeded in breaking him down. The shorter boy was not the kind of person Hyungwon would have liked to see in life, but death had changed him, and he came to appreciate the kinder things in the world. Certainly, one of them was how cute Minhyuk's smile was, another the change in his countenance when he saw the grim reaper, and yet another his uneven blink. Then there was the aesthetic side. Hyungwon came to look forward to stepping out of the mist, into the night, and seeing how the moonlight fell on the soft features of Minhyuk's face. Even the blood that often dripped from his hands was sexy, and how the other always got his hair red and wet from running his fingers through it. Before long, Hyungwon realized that he was majorly screwed. Because despite how he knew it was so wrong to love the human, he couldn't help the fact that he had taken over his entire existence. It was only a matter of time until he would crack.

One fine, breezy night, Hyungwon emerged upon a familiar scene. A body was laying on the ground, knife embedded in that well-placed spot on the neck, as like so many times before. There was one crucial thing missing, though: the murderer. Hyungwon about panicked and was going to look around, but then a pair of arms wrapped around his waist. A body pressed into his back, and lips, hot and full, moved against his shoulder. "Hello, sexy boy," Minhyuk murmured into the wool of the reaper's long trench coat.

So many times, Hyungwon had considered returning the murderer's affection, allowing himself to fall in love. But he could never bring himself to. There was too big of a rift between them, and it made things even more painful when they were close like this. Sighing, the taller tried to hold out. "You know there's no way we could possibly be together—"

"Fuck that." The hug became a vice grip, and the grim reaper jumped. He had never heard Minhyuk angry before. "We're together now. What if we could, even it's just for seconds at a time? Do you want me like I want you?"

Damn, the guy could be so needy sometimes. Hyungwon rolled his eyes and turned around in the shorter's arms. Then, half-closing his eyes, he leaned down and caught those red lips with his own. At first, Minhyuk didn't respond, but presently, perhaps out of instinct, he reciprocated the kiss, moving slowly against the reaper's mouth.

"...oh," Minhyuk gasped when they broke. The taller boy smiled slyly, reveling in the fact that he had caught the other so off-guard he didn't know what to say. Hyungwon knew that the murderer had probably dreamed of that moment.

"Now." The reaper wriggled his way out of the embrace. "I have a job to do, so if you'll excuse me..."

A soft whine slipped involuntarily out of Minhyuk's mouth, and he scrabbled forward to wrap Hyungwon in a hug again. "No, Wonnie, one more minute...one more kiss? Pleeease?"

Nights where Minhyuk was clingy like this were the grim reaper's bane and joy, all at the same time, it seemed. He clicked his tongue and shook his head at the blond. "Alright. Just let me go for a minute. There's a soul that kinda needs to be taken care of, or else you'll have a ghost on your ass for the rest of your life."

Hyungwon felt the grip on him hesitantly loosen, and he went to where the newest victim lay face-up on the dirt. As usual he waved a hand over the dead guy's face, and the grim reaper felt the spirit join his own, disappearing into him. Then he returned to Minhyuk's embrace.

"Does this mean...that you'd say yes to being mine?" The puppy eyes were on, and like always they could make the most hardened heart soft. "I know you told me there was no way we could be together, but if I asked you to reconsider, would you?"

The serial killer's tone was pleading, almost desperate, and it took Hyungwon aback. He had to pause and consider it. If this was anyone else, he'd probably laugh and insist on no. "I--I still am having trouble hoping. But I do want you."

Minhyuk reached up to kiss him. "All I need is these small moments. Even if I'm a fool to depend on them."

"But what about when we can't see each other anymore?"

"When I know that, will be the moment I can't go on living. I'll give myself a taste of my own medicine, turn my knife on myself..."

"No, no, don't say any more, you'll be lost to me forever," Hyungwon silenced his boyfriend with a thumb to the lips. "Yeah...just--enjoy the time you have. I'll think of something, ok?"

And so Hyungwon and Minhyuk started to work out the problems that came with being from two completely realms--the dead and the living--and how romance worked then. It was a lot of standing together, the human half-snuggled under Hyungwon's trenchcoat, breathing in his scent. The reaper's noodle arms held everything together, and kisses were frequent. Minhyuk didn't mind the lack of heat in his boyfriend's embrace, because the passion was there in place. If he wasn't in love before, he was now.

The grim reaper was at a loss. He pondered every possible way they could be together, but there was nothing. A couple times he prayed for something to be shown to him. Not like anyone would hear, even Lucifer. He was just at his wit's end.

Minhyuk didn't expect the day to come as soon as it did. He knew the times he saw Mr. Cha staring at him were getting more frequent, and the time spent close to him hit stretches of three hours straight or more. Still, one night, when the Boss sent for him at nine-thirty pm, a strange time and not at all like usual, something felt different. Perhaps, more final.

The kingpin always demanded that his men arrive within twenty minutes of the summons. Consequences were harsh if one did not comply, so Minhyuk made extra sure he wasn't wasting even a second. The man standing watch brought him upstairs, to a familiar wooden door. The blond had to draw in a long, slow breath of air before pushing it open. To say he was nervous was a huge understatement. If this was the night he was going to murder Mr. Cha, he better make sure it happened, because he only had one chance. If the boss was any less than shocked and surprised, Minhyuk probably wouldn't live to see the next day.

Almost immediately, an imposing figure came into view, behind a fortress of a wooden desk. The room was dark, except for the moonlight through two picture windows, on either side of the large oak construction. A single lamp also shined. All caution and concern rose to the forefront of Minhyuk's mind, and suddenly his feet wanted to run. Despite his intentions, far away from here was the best place to be now. Still, with a mental effort, he made himself stay still, and then bend at the waist toward his employer.

It might be strange for some to imagine someone like Cha Jaemin to be reading a book about legitimate business, and yet he was. Setting it down and taking off his bifocals, the boss crooked a finger in the blond's direction. "Ah, Minhyuk. Come here." The young man obeyed, dipping his head respectfully as he approached the big hunk of oak. Mr. Cha's gaze, tinged with something that sent a sweep of distaste and anxiety through the younger man, swept him appraisingly. Obviously, there was more than mild curiosity in it. Something glimmered behind the kingpin's eyes. The only little comfort he had was a letter opener on the desk, gleaming and calling his name as it sat by a stack of mail.

"You remind me so much of your mother," he said at last, pushing himself up from the chair to walk around toward Minhyuk's side. The killer was all too aware that he was being caged in against the oak desk. He turned so that he could face his boss head-on.

"You have her cheekbones, complexion...lips..."

By this point, the two of them were pretty much pressed together; Minhyuk leaned back as far as he could, but it was still no use. The older man reached over to swipe one rough thumb across Minhyuk's jaw, before the latter found himself pulled into an unwanted kiss. Of course, this wasn't completely unexpected, but that didn't make it any less repulsive. At least, hopefully, his momentary tense state made things a little more believable. The young man struggled within himself for a moment before allowing himself to melt into the kiss, eyelids drooping closed. If he pretended that the rough nibbling on his bottom lip was Hyungwon, and not his boss, it made things slightly better.

A slap on the ass elicited a gasp from the younger, and he popped his eyes open to see lust in Mr. Cha's dark irises. "You taste like her, too...absolutely perfect."

Their lips reconnected, and a pair of greedy hands pressed their bodies together. The creepy crawlies in Minhyuk's belly only intensified as he felt something stiff poke his thigh. It was in that moment that reality caught up, and it took all he had to not throw up in the jackass's face. This is actually happening...we're about to--

Mr. Cha pushed him back onto the desk. After a solid thirty seconds of fumbling with the younger's belt and pants button, he was able to slip one hand underneath the fabric. The other worked up Minhyuk's dress shirt, undoing the buttons and exposing milky pale chest. The blond did not want his cock stroked, but allowed it. In addition to letting his mind blank, he did everything in his power to keep from moaning and groaning, biting the inside of his lip. Still, how his body showed pleasure was a more automatic thing, so nevertheless he was hardening under his not-father's hand. Minhyuk scrabbled for a grip and stability and tried to claw at the other's chest too. Instead of acting as a signal to back off, as intended, though, it only seemed to make the older man more greedy and impatient. Of course, this was Cha Jaemin, who always got what he wanted and never took no as an answer. Though the mob boss didn't realize it, the younger's desperate gestures, that practically screamed get off me and you sick fuck, were a last chance to save himself.

But, again, much to both Minhyuk's horror and pleasure, he went completely ignored. Mr. Cha was all in. Now, there was only the need for the perfect moment.

"Fuck, do you know how beautiful you are? I guess I should have known, though, you are my legacy, after all." This affirmation, punctuated by ugly, heavy breathing, was followed by a smirk that managed to be lewd and sly and evil all at the same time. "On the desk for me, pretty boy."

The blond obeyed, though every fiber of him screamed not to. They were moving like a freight train, and honestly, if Mr. Cha's life wasn't hanging in the balance, the younger would be jumping out the window right that moment. Rough hands gripped Minhyuk's waist, pulling him ever closer to the edge. The blond didn't need to look down to know that his boss's hard cock was prominent through his slacks. Minhyuk's was straining his own fabrics, too. When his pants and underwear came down and off his legs, the cold air that hit it brought some semblance of much-needed relief. Then the crime boss was unzipping his own fly, and again the younger man couldn't look. He didn't even want to think about it.

Minhyuk was finally able to get the letter opener in a position ideal for the task at hand. Luckily, Mr. Cha was so engrossed in his sick pleasure that he didn't notice. "God, look at your ass...why didn't I make it mine before?" A rough finger, coated in oil, filled him up, and at that point it was impossible to imagine it was Hyungwon anymore.

The digits were a countdown: One, and then a few seconds later, two. The blond's killer instinct shoved down his instinctive pleasure reactions, and left him staring intently, anticipation and adrenaline building.

Three.

The sharp silver blade glinted in the moonlight of the office, and like twenty-one times before, it hit its mark. The force was more brutal, too, since Minhyuk was, physically, very close to the victim. For the first time that evening, a grin grew across his face as Mr. Cha immediately went flaccid, and pulled his fingers out of the younger man.

Normally, at this point Minhyuk would break the 'numb' that came with being stabbed by jigging the knife around in the wound, but he had some things that the boss needed to hear. "That's for my mom," he growled. "Like the other eight were for her, too."

"Y--you," Mr. Cha was finally able to croak, and giving a grunt, the younger boy ripped the letter opener back out of him. "You--'re the,"

He didn't finish, because this time Minhyuk found a second point: slightly left of middle, in the older man's chest. Cha Jaemin choked and spit up blood.

"Yeah, yeah, it's been me this whole time...didn't think I'd do anything, huh? That I would never be a threat? You could just gloat that you created me with that dick of yours, use me like an animal, and then move on with your life? Like you have with so many others? No, I've taken things into my own hands. I'm sick of living under your thumb." Now was the chance to cause him pain. The younger boy clamped a hand around the crime boss's throat, preventing him from making much more than a croak while Minhyuk twisted that motherfucking letter opener with everything he had. He stopped only when he knew the guy was at his pain threshold. "You'll never be my father. My surname's Lee. Go to hell and suck on that cock of a fact."

In addition from not being able to breathe because of Minhyuk's strangely strong hand crushing his windpipe, Mr. Cha was already bleeding from the neck, and struggling with a pierced lung. His terrified expression cemented in time when he choked on blood one last time and the last breath left his body.

That was it, the younger man realized in the moment. The deed was done.

Once again, Minhyuk found his hands covered in blood. He didn't mind, though. Shoving Mr. Cha's body off of him, he let it hit the floor with a thud, and the younger boy shakily got up. Turning, he grabbed a pen from the desktop, and a piece of paper, letting his thoughts and reasons flow out onto the page. He wasn't quite sure why he did, it just was something he needed in the moment. The note was finished quickly, since he had been planning what it would say for as long as he could remember.

Then, afterwards, he summoned up everything he had and headed for a couch by the window on the other side of the room. The momentary burst of strength waned quickly, however, and finally exhaustion crashed in. The mental strain of everything was too much, and he collapsed on the soft cushions, running a hand through his hair, head lolling back. His naked chest heaved up and down, rising and falling in broken time with his panting. The lingering adrenaline, and how he was still painfully hard and exposed to the world, made his face flush red. There was also the feeling of being prepped but un-penetrated, the wet of the oil nearly driving him crazy. Thought after thought after thought sped across his conscience, coming and going before finally he blanked out completely.

One more time, he opened his eyes and glanced over to where Mr. Cha Jaemin laid on the floor, cold and dead. Then he let his weighted lids fall. Everything was over, thank God. The last thing he wanted in life was done and squared away. He had revenge for his mother and father, revenge for himself.

The blond sat there for what seemed like an eternity (much the same as the first time he had killed). Then, there was a sound: the office door opening. Light, familiar footsteps only barely disturbed the calm atmosphere that had settled over everything. Minhyuk thought he heard a second of hesitancy, and a quick, stunned breath. It could have been the ghost of a reaction, though, because in moments clothes rustled as Hyungwon knelt over the mob boss's body. Minhyuk, in his mind's eye, could see that slender hand waving over the dead face, gray mist disappearing into his palm, and suddenly, he was turned on again. Moaning a little, he bucked unconsciously into the air. Never had he wanted a touch more, for someone's fingers around his cock. It made him want to jerk himself off, but something held him back.

More soft footfalls echoed through the silence, coming closer. Fabric chafed again, and something heavy and woolen was laid over the couch; a coat. Slightly warm lips brushed the blond's. Then, so gently that the human might have called it a dream, his undead boyfriend's hand wrapped around his member and started to pump. Minhyuk felt a jolt of pleasure course through him, and dragged his eyes open to the heavenly sight of Hyungwon straddling him, pupils blown and lips trembling with desire.

"Fuck," the grim reaper muttered. "You weren't kidding when you said you'd do anything."

Minhyuk was barely able to smile and shake his head. He had told his boyfriend about the vendetta during the nights they stood close, huddled together over a murder victim. "No..." He felt like he could burn up at any moment, and Hyungwon's grazing touches weren't enough. "Shit, Wonnie, don't tease...I need you..."

The grip on his dick tightened, and lips drifted down the blond's neck, sucking at a bruise Mr. Cha had made. Still, death's voice was snappish and concerned, though it didn't lose its lazy tendency. "You knew this would happen, hmm?" Minhyuk nodded. "Why didn't you mention it? I could have done something. You belong to me."

An unwanted, disbelieving chuckle slipped out of the murderer's mouth. "Can't fool me, Wonnie. You might be here for souls, but you're not the killer of the two of us. That's why I've gotta do it."

"Not quite true." Hyungwon dusted kisses along Minhyuk's jaw, and the latter could feel the smirk on his face. "It's painful in the extreme for the other person, but I can steal a soul prematurely. Once the soul is gone, the body cannot function."

"That's the cruelest thing I've-ah--ever heard."

"Yeah, it's pretty messed-up."

"I would ask if you'd do it to me, but--"

"Shh, shh." Hyungwon went to silence him with his own lips. "Let's not talk about that now. Just relax. God, I really wish I could fuck you into the couch so hard your soul wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow."

"Me, too, but...your hand is almost as good, baby." Minhyuk gave a shudder and gasp when the reaper swiped his thumb over his slit, and immediately afterwards dived into a more passionate kiss. "I wanna touch you, too," he whined, gently dragging his hand over the front of Hyungwon's pants.

"Then touch me."

The blond's fingers were shaky, but he managed to undo the button and slide underneath the layers. It might have been his imagination, but was the vein on the underside of his boyfriend's length throbbing a little?

Hyungwon slowed his strokes on Minhyuk as the pleasure started to register. Having someone touch him like this was better than he remembered--or maybe it was just because this was Lee Minhyuk, the serial killer who could see death, and consequently fell in love with death--and death had fallen in love with him, too.

Something occurred to the tall boy in that moment, something he hadn't thought about until now. "Minhyukkie? What if I told you that--that we could be together forever?"

It was hard to breathe, let alone speak, when they were constantly wasting air in heaving pants. Minhyuk was drawing closer to his end, and Hyungwon felt--stiff--

"You're hard," The former murmured in awe, and the grim reaper's eyes widened.

"What?

"You're literally, erect." Minhyuk said, breath ragged. His cock twitched under his boyfriend's hand. Simultaneously, Hyungwon's did, too, and that was when the taller realized that it was true. He even had precome starting to bead on the tip. I'm dead, I shouldn't be able to-- permeated his mind for a split second, before Minhyuk grabbed his chin, gazed into his glazed eyes, and pleaded, earnestly:

"Wonnie, please, please fuck me."

Who would Hyungwon be if he didn't heed that request? Soon his own clothes were draped over his coat, and he was positioned between Minhyuk's spread legs. The blond was spine-down, laying on the couch, waiting with breathing uneven and so much lust in his eyes. Hyungwon pressed the head of his cock into the already-lubed and prepped ring of muscle, and pushed himself firmly in, coaxing a moan from the human. "Sh--shit. Your ass is to die for, all over again."

The reaper started slow, picking up pace as Minhyuk asked for more. Their moans filled the silence, broken curses and phrases of adoration, until unexplainably, Hyungwon's train of thought from earlier returned. "W--what if I told you that we could be together forever?" Too wound up to reply properly, the blond just listened, knowing he'd probably go on, and he did. "I didn't realize until now, but you can see me...the only ones who are able are children, and...those destined to become re--reapers themselves."

"So you're saying--when I die--"

"You'll be the same as me, and we won't be separated by the burning chasm." Hyungwon dove in for another kiss, and his hand slipped to Minhyuk's cock, slipping up and down it at a critical pace. The human tightened his grip around his boyfriend's neck and moaned loudly as he finally came, spilling across his own belly.

Minhyuk's orgasm sent the reaper over the edge, too, and his cum filled his boyfriend's ass. For a moment, death felt that he was in heaven.

"Together forever," came a shaky voice underneath him. "What are we waiting for?"

☛ E P I L O G U E

"So...this is it, huh?"

"I-I think so." Hoseok stuttered in reply, picking up a piece of paper from the desk, white sanitary gloves gently touching the corners. "This note seems to be the end-all...he even admits to having murdered twenty-one people for revenge, and love. I have no clue what that means though, or what the context is?"

"Yeah, Damn...we'll probably never know for sure." Hyunwoo whistled and glanced at the scene in front of him. After so much sleuthing together, time in the lab, and finding a bloody handprint on the wall of the alley where the first two murders had taken place, the two of them had finally felt comfortable enough to come to the Boss and present their findings. However, it wasn't to be, because instead, they had opened the door on a fresh, brutal scene. Two men had met their end, one was Mr. Cha and by familiar knife wound, and the other, their prime suspect, Lee Minhyuk, apparently of natural causes. They were both naked from the waist down, the former facedown on the floor. The detective had seen some pretty strange things in his lifetime, but this was at another level.

"Oh my God." Wonho sucked in a breath, and Hyunwoo snapped his head around just in time to watch his eyes widen. "Fucking-listen to this:

'Mr. Cha Jaemin will never hurt anyone again. I am glad. Such scum does not deserve to walk the Earth, let alone hold power over people. He claims me as his son, and I might very well be, as he violated my mother and I was born nine months afterwards. I found myself at his mercy again tonight, and though my current state might be conflicting, I would never allow the same thing that made me, in me...'

"um,

'good thing I have my sweet love Death to help me through. He should be here any minute, and everything will be alright.'

"This is crazy. I mean it's always been obvious that the Boss was off the deep end. But Minhyuk, I did not expect this at all..." the younger man swallowed, pink tinting his cheeks. "I guess I should have told you this before, but I knew him...just a little. Mutual acquaintances-you know."

"That's okay. You didn't need to say anything. It wasn't important to the case. Actually, I'm proud of you for not letting yourself drag emotion in. We had conclusive physical evidence that he was the murderer, and now it's all confirmed."

"Yeah...I guess. He was actually a pretty nice guy, family had been in the Mafia for years, so when he tried to disassociate himself he got sucked right back in again. His smile could light up a room. Cared for his friends, too...Yujin called him Uncle Min'ook."

"Jooheon and Changkyun's daughter?"

"Right." Glancing over at Minhyuk's body (now partway covered by a white sheet), Hoseok sighed and frowned. "Well, I'm not going to question it. What's over is over. I really don't think there's much more to solve, here...our lives go on as normal."

There was something final and sad in his words, an undertone that Hyunwoo understood. In that moment, he knew he needed to do something. The older, taller boy's eyebrows knitted together, and in seconds he had crossed the room, enveloping Wonho in a backhug. "Hoseok...I thought that my actions were clear, but maybe not. Just because the case is over...I don't want this--" he gestured between the two of them, "to end. I'm not letting you walk away, like nothing. I've really come to depend on you, and...I think...I might be, falling in love with you." Hyunwoo bit his tongue, knowing he'd taken a risk, and this could go either way.

Wonho tipped his head back to rest on the detective's strong shoulder, and their fingers laced together. "Yeah, me neither," he confessed quietly. "I wanna keep seeing you...being with you."

"Then be my boyfriend," Hyunwoo begged. "There's nothing I'd love more."

A wide, white smile spread across the mobster's face. "Of course. Gladly." Wonho turned around and pulled the detective down to him for a shy kiss. When they broke, the younger melted at the little crinkly eyesmile he was met with.

But then Hyunwoo's face fell. He sucked in a big breath and murmured, "Oh."

"Hm? What's wrong?"

"Your boss is dead. So, doesn't that technically make you unemployed?"

"Well-yeah." Hoseok lifted an eyebrow in confusion. "But that's not a big deal, I can just find another job now."

"You don't have to, if you come work with me. You can be my personal assistant, like John Watson to Sherlock Holmes--and we can fuck on lab tables whenever you want--"

"Shut up, you're so cheesy, hyung." Their lips met again, and the younger chuckled, blushing a little. It had happened a few times while they were working in there alone, late at night, and Hoseok would easily admit that it was some of the most spectacular sex he'd ever had. "As long as you wear that sinful white coat. Without a shirt on underneath? God, I'm getting hard just thinking about that."

"I think that can be arranged.”

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