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A/N: OK BITCHES FUCKING FINALLY AM I RIGHT. IT’S BEEN TWO FUCKING MONTHS BUT CH 6 IS FINALLY HERE. a couple of things tho

a. MILLIC’S ALBUM IS FUCKING OUT YALL!! GO LISTEN TO IT. IT’S CALLED VIDA AND FANXYCHILD IS IN IT!

b. i have beef w this ch. i had it finished long ago but i didn’t like it so i never posted it. after reading the whole fic again i thought it went alright with it so i kept it and touched up a couple things.

c. I HAVE A SEPERATE ONE SHOT COMING UP ABOUT CRUSH AND HIS NEW....FRIEND OK.

d. thank you so much for waiting so long. and thanks to all the ppl who kept sending messages, i hope i didn’t let you down :( enjoy my lovelies!

( also, i think i’m gonna take the M rating off lmao )

characters: dean x oc, zico x oc, crush, rome x oc

genre: angst(ish?), university au

rated: m, violence, (mentions of) abuse (physical and physiological), sexual content (not in this ch)

ch1 ch2 ch3 ch4 ch5

chapter 6:

the automatic doors didn’t open fast enough. I felt like my only enemy right now was time. zico drove over the speed limit, luckily with no ticket, but it still felt like I spent hours in the car. everyone was a uneasy and the minute we got there, I bolted out of the car and sprinted to emergencies.

“I got a call,” I heaved. the woman behind the desk read my expression in a heartbeat and sorrow crossed her face.

“what’s your name sweetie?” she asked.

“park chaeyeon” I panted, desperation running through my veins. I needed to see it with my own eyes. I knew there was nothing I could do but I needed to see him. I needed to know that there was no bringing him back.

she began typing into the computer and I felt a hand on my shoulder. zico wrapped me in his arms but I didn’t look away from the woman before me.

“the morgue is downstairs. he was just taken down. would you like to see him before the autopsy is performed?” I stood still and I felt a wave of heat come over me. I couldn’t speak, if I tried, I knew it would turn into sobs and I didn’t want that.

“may we please?” zico replied. out of the corner of my eye I saw jisu, sochi, and jaeju covering their faces with their hands. the woman sitting before us stood up, making her way to us.

“right this way please. we need you to identify the bodies as well.”

zico’s hold around me only tightened as we followed the woman. I felt how tense he was. he was trying his best to comfort me but I knew he needed someone there for him too. he just lost his best friend.

I wrapped my arm around his waist and leaned my head against his side, following the woman down a quiet hall. she led us downstairs and we entered the morgue. there were two bodies laying on the metal tables. the black bags covered every inch of thembut the moment I laid my eyes them something felt wrong. I felt vile creeping up my throat but I fought so hard to keep it down. the woman walked toward one of the bags, unzipping it. part of me couldn’t lean over to look inside but the other part was so desperate.

“you don’t have to, I’ll do it” zico released me, taking a step forward. my eyes stung but stayed glued on him and the moment he took a look, his expression when cold. I could tell he tried to contain his emotions but quickly failed, tears streaming down his cheeks as his sobs became louder. I’d never seen him like this and it physically made my heart ache. I reached for his arm and he turned to look at me, his arms immediately tossing around me. I felt the sharpest pain in my chest and I wasn’t even aware of how quickly the tears had been running down my face.

“I’m so sorry for your loss but I need an identity confirmation. can you please give me conformation that this is him?” the woman almost whispered.

“no” zico replied curtly. I let go of him and knit my brows in confusion. he wiped my cheeks and gently shoved me towards the body.

“take a look chae” he said. I was so confused. I stood in front of the bag, not knowing if I could handle what I was about to see. one more step and I would see something that would scar me for the rest of my life. before I could even think about it, zico shoved me further and I looked inside. my hand immediately rose to my mouth and the vile from earlier made its way out. I ran out of the cold room and spilled my lunch into the nearest trashcan. my breathing became heavy and I gasped for air. I felt as if someone had been choking me for ages and I was finally allowed to breathe.

“it’s not him, it’s not him” I whispered to myself as I closed my eyes, regaining control of my breathing. I heard the door swing open behind me and yet again, zico was by my side. he grabbed his sleeve, wiping my mouth with it. jaeju followed after him, rubbing my back as I hung my head over the trash bin.

“no, neither one is. who’s mistake is this?” the woman who led us down here barged out of the room, talking into her radio. I glanced up and her expression shifted completely the moment she saw me.

“I’m so sorry, come with me. we’ll figure this out right now” I nodded, shoving both zico and my sister off me.

jaeju understood that I was feeling overwhelmed so she left me alone, she knew that when I needed space I needed it. on the other hand, zico was the type of person that stuck like gum no matter what. he reached for my arm and I yanked it away. I knew he would feel hurt by my actions but I really wasn’t thinking in this moment. all I wanted to know was if dean was okay. he’s all I wanted.

we were led back upstairs and past the emergency room doors. immediately screams and cries filled the air. most of them originating from small children. in the center of the area was a large working space filled with nurses and attendants. the lady led us to the desk, calling upon the nurse stationed behind it.

“who has it?” she asked. the nurse typed into her computer and read briefly before responding.

“wonbin filled it…but youngdeuk was the one who gave the information.”

“find both. and have you found the other two men?”

“yes they’re both in room..” she paused, looking at the screen before her. “107”

the woman we were with nodded. turning to look at us.

“I’m so incredibly sorry for the mistake. we will figure out who is responsible and seek immediate punishment but let me explain. I believe someone mixed up the contact information” she looked down at her tablet. “kwon dean and yu christian are the two you are looking for right?”

my heart almost beat out of my chest just by hearing his name. my head was all over the place but I somehow managed to nod.

she soon smiled and motioned us to follow her. instinctively, I wrapped my arms around one of zico’s like a frightened child. I was scared, what if he wasn’t okay. what if this was all not real and he was actually down there?

101, 102, 103, 104, 105, 106. we passed each room and I stared at every number. jaeju and jisu followed closely behind. I had been hearing jisu typing constantly since we arrived. she was most likely updating sochi, nayeon and crush.

“107” the woman pushed back the curtain, revealing two beds next to each other. one of the beds was empty and in the other I could make out someone under the blanket. the person soon sat up to look back at us. I exhaled a sob I didn’t know I was holding back.

“hey” a groggy christian greeted. his leg was in a cast and a large bruise covered his arm, followed by numerous cuts on his face. zico almost ran to him, embracing him in a gentle hug. I brought my hands to my face and began sobbing. jisu followed after zico, expressing her relief. jaeju’s hands gripped my shoulders, rubbing them to comfort.

“this is a lot to be taking in, especially for you, if you need air tell me, please” her voice sounded weaker than usual. she was right, we just experienced a fucking rollercoaster but it wasn’t over yet.

“dean is in surgery. he’s been in there for two hours so he should be out in another hour. he suffered from a collapsed lung but don’t worry, it sounds a million times worse than it actually is. your friend’s broken leg is actually worse than his lung. I’ll go check on him for you though” the woman had come up to me, patting my back in reassurance. she simpered before walking out of the room. in that moment I was so touched. I also wondered how this woman had been reading my mind since the moment I got here. I had barely spoken but she knew all my questions and had the answers ready for my ears.

I watched as everyone surrounded christian, jaeju joining zico and jisu. they questioned him and showed their relief. I truly was happy that he was alright even though he looked like shit but all I wanted was dean. I just needed to see him no matter how bad he looked. the woman was right, a collapsed lung sounds terrifying and I couldn’t bear to think about what was going on through his mind as everything was happening. I leaned against the door, turning my back to the group of people chatting away almost frantically.

I looked out, observing my surroundings. most of the doors were closed but cries still filled the air. the last time I had been in a hospital as a visitor was for my sister. the eerie feeling filled me up again, just the thought of remembering what happened. I had been out with my friends back home and my dad called me, desperately asking for me to go to the hospital. once I got there and was taken back, I found my sister tied up to the bed frame with a tube coming out of her mouth. she had attempted suicide. i’ve gone through some fucked up shit but that day was the worst day of my life. the thought of never seeing my sister again pierced daggers through my chest. it broke my father too. he had raised us all by himself. all we had ever known was each other.

alongside my dad was our older brother, jaebeom. he had also been like a parent to both jaeju and i. he was only older than jaeju by a year and older than me by two but it felt like he was twice our age. he always helped my father when we were younger and he basically raised us. I saw the devastation in their eyes. I felt useless, I couldn’t do anything. I just sat their with them, crying with my dad while jaebeom kept himself together, reassuring us that she would be fine and that we would do everything in our power to help her. I truly admired how strong and resilient my brother was, but I would rather die than tell him that. in that moment I felt that jaeju would never be genuinely happy again and that truly made my heart ache.

I sighed and looked back. jaeju had a smile on her face. from ear to ear, her lips curled as she was talking to christian. as cheesy as it sounds, there was a sparkle in her eyes. the difference a year makes.

my thoughts were interrupted by none other than zico. his arm hung over my shoulder and he pulled me into his side. he rubbed my arm, leaning his head down on top of mine.

“I’ll go ask” he uttered. before he could pull away, I wrapped my arm around his torso.

“the lady will be back, she’s checking on him right now. he’s in surgery for a collapsed lung but she said it wasn’t bad” I felt zico tense up for a moment. I tightened my hold and leaned into him.

“then, let’s trust her. she’s been nothing but helpful. but, how are you? honestly chae” it took a moment for me to respond.

“I don’t know. I’m a little numb, a little dumbfounded by what is happening right now. but most of all, I’m scared and that’s okay for now”

I slipped out of his grip when I saw the woman, who’s name tag I just noticed, walking towards us with a tall man following behind. she pressed her lips in an apologetic smile.

“alright, he just got out of surgery and will be in recovery for an hour or so. now, i do believe this hospital owes you an apology” she nudged the man with her elbow. he stumbled forward, looking at us.

“I’m nam youngdeuk, it’s nice to meet you. I am incredibly sorry for the misunderstanding. I can’t possibly imagine how you must’ve felt. I was part of the first responders team and also the one who made the call. I can’t express how sorry I am. the phone fell out of your friend’s pocket and landed near the patient you saw downstairs. it was my mistake for assuming that it was his. I apologize for my thoughtless actions”

“hey man, we all make mistakes. all that matters to us is that both our friends are fine, don’t sweat it” don’t sweat it? zico are you fucking insane? my world was torn apart in a matter of seconds because of this man. I was so angry I felt my blood boiling. I’m pretty sure I could sue for this kinda shit. zico knew me way too well. he immediately grabbed my arm and pushed me behind him. god I was so close to punching him.

“wow, ah, thank you for understanding. I am still very sorry and I hope both your friends recover quickly”

“yeah yeah go on before this one actually kills both of us” zico nodded his head in my direction and the man before us widened his eyes, bowing deeply before almost running off.

“fuck you zico”

”yeah whatever, I just saved a life. I’m a hero”

I rolled my eyes, giving his arm a good solid punch.

“chae, wake up”

“chaeyeon”

I felt someone shaking my shoulder. I squinted and looked up to see zico.

“I’ll be back, I’m taking jaeju and jisu home okay?” I nodded and yawned, pulling my phone out as I felt a kiss press against the top of my head. I smacked zico away and he headed to the door. jaeju and jisu hugged both christian and I goodbye before following after zico. I sat up in my chair and stretched my shoulders. I had fallen asleep while talking to christian.

“the couch over there turns into a bed. i’ll call the nurse for pillows and blankets”

“no it’s fine, I need to be up anyways” I rubbed my eyes, checking the time on my phone. two hours had gone by but the bed next to christian was still empty.

“the nurse came in about half an hour ago and said that he was still asleep. she said they’d bring him in when he woke up” I didn’t respond. I was beginning to get more and more desperate. I couldn’t believe that he was alright until I saw him with my own eyes.

“I need to use the restroom, I’ll be back” I stood up and walked out. I asked a nurse for directions and I made my way down the hall. once I entered the bathroom I looked in the mirror. my eyes were red and puffy. I looked like shit. I turned the faucet on, splashing my face with water in hopes that it would help but it didn’t. I exhaled a loud sigh, closing my eyes and hanging my head down. I took a moment to just breathe before looking back up into the mirror.

“I look fucking horrible” I examined my face again before giving up and heading back out. on my way back, I took my time, very well knowing that just waiting in there would drive me insane soon enough. I called zico, asking for the two blankets on dean’s bed and a pair of pj’s.

“I’ll be there in like 15 minutes. I’ll grab the stuff right now then head back. is he in the room yet?”

“no, I’ll text you when he is”

“alright babe, sleep if you need to okay?”

“yeah I will. drive safe on your way back please” suddenly I had a new fear.

“promise” he stated. I hung up, walking back to the now dark room.

“why are the lights off you’re more awake than I am” I said as I walked in, flicking the lights back on. I froze the moment I saw that the other bed now had a host. I didn’t even notice the tears streaming down my cheeks rapidly. I brought my hands up to my mouth, choking back my sobs as his eyes fluttered open. his lips could barely form a smile.

“come” dean’s hoarse voice filled the room and I couldn’t bring myself to move. I didn’t know if I was dreaming or if he was really there. I hated being so emotional and I felt as if I was overreacting. I just stood at the door, crying into my hands.

“chae, come” he repeated.

“please” the weakness in his voice pulled at my heartstrings and the moment he lifted his arm out, reaching for me, I felt as if something pushed me to him. I could tell he was in pain and was still very weak. christian shoved the chair from the edge of his bed to dean’s. i was scared of hugging him so I fought within myself to not do it but he tugged me into his chest. I immediately pulled away, sitting down in the chair instead.

“hey, I almost died and you won’t even hug me?” he groaned, bringing his hand up to wipe away the streaks of tears left on my cheeks. “can I at least have a kiss?” he asked.

I obliged, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to the side of his lips. he had a large gash covering the left side of both his upper and lower lip. his left eye was swollen and bruised and so was his cheekbone. he had multiple bruises splattered across his face and down his neck, most of them concentrated on his left side. his tattoo was almost hidden by the purple lesions.

my fingertips brushed over his cheek momentarily before he took a hold of my hand, bringing it to his lips. I finally felt the relief I needed.

“god, you’re so beautiful” he uttered. I still couldn’t find my words. the rush of emotions had taken over me completely. his gaze melted me. he hadn’t take his eyes off mine since the moment I walked in despite the fact that he could barely open them.

“I need to hear your voice right now, talk to me. please” he gave my hand a gentle squeeze and I saw the desperation in his voice. I scooted my chair closer and leaned my chin against the edge of his bed.

“I love you” I managed to wring out effortlessly. he couldn’t smile completely but it was still there, as soothing as ever.

“I love you more” he replied.

“nasty” christian murmured. dean scoffed a small laugh and I turned back to look at him.

“just kidding, please continue” christian said. I turned back to dean, yearning to wrap myself in his arms. by the way he held onto my arm i knew he wanted the same.

“christian told me what happened. you should know better. you think I’d let death take me just like that? you think I would let myself die knowing I’m leaving you behind like this? fuck no” I didn’t even pay attention to what he was saying, all I was focusing on was that he was here. he was talking, he was alright.

he blinked slowly and had half lidded eyes. I leaned up to press my lips against his forehead then his nose.

“I know you’re tired so sleep, I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here”

“do you think the nurse will get mad if you sleep with me?” he mumbled sleepily.

“probably not but I don’t want to. I want you to get better quickly”

“you’re my medicine though” he didn’t hesitate to answer. I pushed his hair out of his face and he closed his eyes. I continued playing with his hair hoping he’d fall asleep but the moment I got up to turn the light off he griped onto my hand tightly.

“I’m gonna turn the light off” he groaned an audible ‘no’.

“I’ll turn it off” zico walked in. the dork had the biggest smile on his face the moment he saw dean. dean couldn’t even open his eyes anymore. zico stood next to me, ruffling dean’s hair. I looked up at him and saw a tear slip out. he immediately wiped it off and I leaned my head against his upper leg. he turned back to look at christian then back at dean. I could see the gratitude in his eyes. he was just as relieved as I was, if not more.

“zico shut up” christian threw a pillow at him.

“what the hell I didn’t even talk” zico scoffed and christian laughed.

“your emotions are screaming though, we all know what’s going on in that little brain of yours. we’re both okay bro, that’s all that matters right?” zico looked like he could murder and smother christian all at once. I watched as the two began to horse play. I smacked zico’s leg, pulling him away from christian.

“both of you shut up, dean is sleeping and if you wake him up zico, there will be a third patient in here”

the next day a loud roar awakened me. I soon realized that it was zico snoring. no matter how hard I hit him he wouldn’t shut up. dean and christian were both taken for x-rays around 5am. I laid down on the futon with zico and tried to push him off and make him shut up but nothing worked. soon, the doors swung open.

“that was so fas-” I was greeted by two unfamiliar faces. an older couple stood before me. they were both dressed casually but they screamed money.

“hello” I stood up and bowed, not really knowing who I was bowing at.

“who are you?” the woman questioned. “is that zico?”

I nodded, standing with my hands crossed in front of me. “I’m chaeyeon” I responded as I shook zico’s shoulder gently, praying he would wake up. the man walked over to the back of the room, taking a seat in the chair I had slept in next to dean’s bed last night. zico shuffled in the sheets, taking his sweet ass time to get up.

“ah, mrs. kwon” his eyes widened, quickly standing up and bowing in her direction before doing the same in the mans direction. the woman walked toward zico, embracing him in a hug.

“this must be your girlfriend!” her lips curled into a wide smile, switching from zico to me. I hesitantly hugged back, but by now I realized that these were dean’s parents.

“um, no, she’s…not my girlfriend” I heard the hesitation in his voice and emphasis on my. she heard it too.

“who is she then?” the man asked from across the room, his eyes glued onto his phone.

“I’m dean’s-“

“friend. she’s our friend. she came to help since hyoseob wasn’t able to last night”

“ah yes, I see. well you can go home now sweetie, thank you for staying but you don’t need to be here anymore”

excuse me? to both of you? what the fuck did zico just say? I swear I would slap him if dean’s parents weren’t here.

“no! she…can’t go home I brought her here so I’m her ride” zico blurted out. the woman pulled her phone out and began typing.

“our driver is in the parking lot he can take her” I stood silent, shifting my gaze to zico. he knew I was ready to throw hands.

“…um, that’s such a bother I’ll just take her. I need to go home and shower anyways!” zico was sweating now. what the fuck was happening.

“you sure sweetie?” she asked. zico nodded immediately, grabbing his keys off the table and then gripping his fingers around my wrist.

“it was nice to meet you chaeyeon!” she yelled as zico dragged me out. I couldn’t even reply before I was taken out of the room. the minute we stepped out, I yanked my hand from him.

“zico what the fuck just happened?!”

“I’ll tell you at home come on” he grabbed my wrist again and pulled me toward the doors. I fought him to release me, digging my nails into his arm.

“hey what the fuck is happening” the familiar voice forced me to turn around. dean was in a wheelchair, being pushed to his room and christian followed closely behind. zico released his grip on me, hurrying his way to dean and I followed after him.

“dude your parents are here” dean looked like he had seen a ghost, or in this case he was about to see two.

“what the fuck get her out of here now”

“excuse me?!” I exclaimed.

“chae, go. zico will explain”

“no what the hell, I was here all night by your side. why the fuck am I suddenly being treated like I’m some disease?!”

zico sighed, grabbing my hand for the hundredth time. I didn’t have time to fought back before he tugged me, picking me up and tossing me over his shoulders.

DEAN’S POV

I rubbed my forehead as I watched chaeyeon punch the shit out of zico. the nurse continued to wheel me into the room and lo and behold, there they were. the moment my mother saw me she rushed to me, pressing kisses all over my face. I tried to escape but she hugged me tightly, so tightly that I vividly felt the pump inserted in my lung. my wincing whimpers forced her off, apologizing repeatedly. my father just patted my back.

“how are you doing dean?” he asked as the nurse helped me into bed. out of the corner of my eye I saw my dad helping christian and his nurse put him back in bed. christian greeted both my parents and I hummed in response.

“I’m fine, just tired. when did you both get here? weren’t you in London or something?”

“we just landed. your father cancelled the meetings we had scheduled for the next couple of days. once we got the call we got on the jet and came”

“you shouldn’t have, I’m fine”

“dean, how could your parents just leave you after you almost died in a car accident. what caused it anyways? were you drunk?”

“sunghoon!” my mom smacked my dad’s arm.

“no he wasn’t, however, the other driver was” the nurse walked in saving my life. she handed christian a small pill and a water bottle.

“I’d be more than happy to answer any questions you have about the incident and the medical status of both these young men” she walked to my parents, bowing.

“ah, yes. why does my son have those…things coming out of his chest?” my father questioned.

“there is a pump in between his lung cavity and his lung. his left lung collapsed as soon as we got him in last night and it was pretty severe so we had to perform surgery. ultimately it is up to the doctor as to how long the pump will stay in for but it shouldn’t be longer than 4 days” my parents nodded, examining the tube coming out of my chest.

“what about him?” my mom asked, pointing at christian. christian awkwardly smiled, turning to look at me.

“he’s mostly bruised up. the most severe damage he obtained is a fracture in his left fibula which should heal as any other broken bone should”

“what about the girl? she had her arm bandaged up. was she in the accident too?” my mother asked. the nurse’s face turned to confusion and it took a minute for me to clarify as to who she was talking about.

“no, she wasn’t. she had that already” I blurted out. the nurse simply smiled and walked out. my parents got comfortable, sitting close to my bedside. they made conversation with christian, asking him about school and his family. the whole time I was trying to come up with some bullshit lie about chaeyeon. there was no fucking way they could find out about us. first off, they didn’t even know I broke up with heoyang and second, they would rip chaeyeon apart if they found out that she didn’t come from a wealthy family. the only reason they were satisfied with heoyang was because her father owned a very successful business company in Germany.

“dean?” my mom echoed. I had zoned out. I turned to look at her, raising my browns in question.

“how’s heoyang?” fuck.

“uh, she’s fine? I don’t really know nor care” my mom’s eyes almost feel out of their sockets.

“I broke up with her a while ago..” I added.

“why would you do that?!” christian shifted uncomfortably and I started to feel bad that he had to witness this. I hesitated, asking myself if I should tell them the truth or not.

“hey..” a quiet voice interrupted us. jaeju entered the room, curling her lips into a shy smile. she bowed as she made her way towards me.

“I’m just here to say bye to you both. I’m going back to school but I will be back on Saturday to pick chaeyeon up”

my parents pretended to go along as jaeju came over to give me a goodbye hug. as she leaned down she whispered in my ear.

“I know what’s going on, zico told me. everything you do affects her and if you hurt her again you’ll be in this bed for more than just a couple days. I advise you tell your parents the truth, or don’t. it’s up to you dean”

I felt chills run down my spine. jaeju scared the fuck out of me. I fought with myself. I didn’t know what to do. if I told my parents, all they would do is talk down on her and if I didn’t, I’d have to continue hiding her.

jaeju then made her way christian, hugging him as well. she reassured him that she would be back. they talked low so I couldn’t really hear but I’m sure they were talking about keeping in touch or something nasty.

after jaeju had left, which took a while, the nurse came in to take christian for a walk. my dad stepped out as well to grab a cup of coffee and now it was just me and my mom.

“you never answered me. what are you hiding dean?” I didn’t respond, jaeju’s words replaying in my head.

“ok what’s wrong with you. you’re acting weird and there’s been people coming in and out that I don’t know. what’s going on?” she was beginning to get angry and I knew I had to start talking.

“I broke up with her because she cheated on me. more than once actually. the two girls you saw are sisters. the one you saw earlier is our neighbor and her sister, who just left, came to visit her for the weekend and her and christian have a thing or something I don’t really know mom” her sympathy immediately kicked in and “oh I’m so sorry” began pouring from her mouth. she reached over hugging and consoling me.

“she was such a lovely girl, I never imagined-”

“mom please. I really don’t want to talk about her. it’s over and I’m over her”

“oh don’t put up a front how can you get over your girl-”

“MOM,” I didn’t mean to yell, it just kind of came out. “please.” she took a moment, awkwardness filled the air before she spoke again.

“we have the next two days off but I’ll call the office right now and tell them we will be staying here longer”

“no, it’s fine. you heard the nurse. no more than 4 days and I feel fine. you shouldn’t have even come, I’m really fine” I wasn’t though, but all I needed to feel better was chae.

“dean, we are your parents! we wouldn’t leave you just like this. alone”

“if you weren’t here zico and hyoseob would be here. I’m never alone here. mom I’m not 12 anymore. I am an adult. you said you’d treat me like one if I showed you that I’m focusing on my grades and I have for the past two years. I know you were probably scared so I understand why you came. but look, I’m fine. I have finals this week then the semester is over which means that beom will be coming soon”

my mom sighed, her brows meeting in the center. “okay, we’ll leave tomorrow morning. your brother is only 18 though, I don’t trust him to look after you well”

“mom, all I’ll need is to clean the wound from this tube and the cuts I have. I can do it. plus I have tons of things to blackmail him with if I need something”

“excuse me? like what?” she crossed her arms.

“I wouldn’t be able to use it against him if I told you now would i?” she side eyed me, shaking her hair. her chair scooted closer to me and I soon felt her push my hair back. when I was smaller she would keep doing this until I fell asleep. I loved my mom, more than anything but I hated that she placed our family on a pedestal. yes we owned the biggest pharmaceutical company in the world but that doesn’t mean we are the greatest people alive. ever since we began dating girls, my mother told my brother and I that we could only bring home girls from good, wealthy backgrounds. and ever since then, that’s all I did. my only options were girls who went to our private high school and when I got to college, I only laid my eyes on the girls who lived on the expensive side of the city and attended the snob parties, which is where I met heoyang. she was wealthy but her parents gave her a limit which was obvious less than enough for her.

after that first semester I realized that I was putting up a front. I was the person my parents wanted, not the person I wanted. so I switched my major from pharmaceutical business to physics and I moved to the other side of the city. the part where everyone knew each other. the side where everyone was genuine to each other, a nice mix of cultures and classes. where no one judged, whether you come from the poorest family or the richest.

then I met her. I hadn’t even thought about her financial status until she brought it up months later. I knew my mom would never approve of a friend let alone a girlfriend who’s single father works two jobs to keep all three of his kids in college. our family had always been privileged and none of us knew what it was like to struggle financially. my mom had pounded the idea that those who don’t have enough money were the ones at fault for lacking an education. my brother and I on the other hand knew that she was wrong. we made friendships with people with lacking backgrounds and they were no less than us. through chaeyeon I learned to value those who work harder than everyone else. I learned that education is not a choice, it’s a privilege. we don’t pick who we want to be, we get handed a position and what we choose to do with that is ultimately up to us. we pick whether we want to see the good or bad. but my mother had yet to discover that.

my dad eventually came back and so did christian. the nurse then took me to walk around the hospital and when i returned the doctor examined me. he said I would have the pump taken out in 3 days and I could go home then. I had no idea how I would do my finals if I was in the hospital but I wasn’t really worried about that. my parents went to the hotel late that afternoon to rest and just after they left, crush and zico walked in. crush greeted christian, teasing him about his leg before it was my turn.

“where the hell have you been?!” I reached my hand out and he swung in for a hug.

“home…just not our home” he took a seat in the chair, facing both christian and I. “I got shit faced on Friday and I stayed with some random girl but she was so nice and took care of me. I ended up taking her out to lunch yesterday and then you know, I worked my magic”

“shut the fuck up” zico sat down next to him after punching his shoulder. crush rubbed it and wined like a child.

“she’s an orientation leader this winter too so we’ll be working together”

“is she hot?” christian asked.

“hell yeah, let’s have a kick back after finals and y’all can meet her” he added.

“I’m leaving Friday afternoon after my last final” christian responded.

“I’m starting my internship here so I’m down. what about you dean?” zico looked over at me.

“beom is coming up. we’ll both spend the winter break here since our parents have some new drug being released in Europe or some shit. we’re supposed to stay at the summer home outside the city though”

“so you’re gonna leave us to go stay at your fancy house” zico added.

“hell no, I’d be bored out of my mind”

“he can take my room, it’s only a month anyways” christian offered.

“good idea, it’s settled. it’ll be the three of us and mini dean this break”

“what about the girls?” crush asked.

“they’re all going home except for sochi. she got a research position for the physics department this summer and her training starts after finals in preparation for it. by the way dude, your girl is hella mad. I don’t know how you’re gonna make this one up to her” zico shook his head at me, pointing his finger.

“did you fucking tell her you idiot” I grabbed a pillow from behind me, repeatedly smashing it against his head. he eventually took it from my hands, hitting me back.

“I had to you asshole, did you want me to lie?” I looked down, running my fingers through my hair.

“no. is it that bad?” I asked.

“I think you really need to talk to her. oh, and she told me to tell you two things”

“what?” part of me hoped it was something cute but knowing her it was probably a fuck you or something.

“she spent all day making calls and sending emails to the school officials and the physics department. she set up your finals to be online so you don’t fail your stupid classes. someone from the school will be coming Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday to monitor you” in that moment I felt like an asshole. this girl was doing her all to make me feel comfortable and less worried and here I was, denying her for my parents. I couldn’t bring myself to have my mother claw away at her though.

“and the second thing?”

“fuck you dean” zico smiled proudly. there it was. I was about to hit zico again but there was a knock on the door. crush opened it and christian’s doctor walked in.

“good evening boys. christian, after your last round of x-rays I think you just need rest now. let’s get you out of here tonight” christian’s face lit up. we both hated being here. part of me was jealous that he got to go home. all I wanted was to get out of here and wrap chaeyeon in my arms.

“damn we have great timing” crush whispered to himself. the doctor handed christian papers and he signed them.

“I’ll get these processed and you may leave whenever you feel ready” christian thanked him as he walked out. he let out a loud sigh of relief.

“fucking finally. give me the clothes you brought yesterday zico” zico did as asked and he helped christian to the bathroom.

“so what’d you do now?” crush asked.

I was ashamed of myself but I knew I was doing it to protect her.

“I’m hiding her from my parents. the minute they got here I told her to leave” his eyes widened slightly.

“bro..”

“I know! I know! but, you know how my mom is. chaeyeon isn’t filthy rich. she doesn’t come from a well known family. my mom would rip her apart if she found out. I’m not doing it because I’m ashamed of her, I’m not, I’m so fucking proud of who she is and I don’t want my mother to tear her apart after she’s gone through so much fucked up shit that’s made her who she is today. she’s perfect to me and there’s no way I’m going to let my mom hurt her like that”

“listen, I do know how your mom is but I think you need to give her a little more faith. why don’t you just tell your mom about her? they don’t have to meet right now. in fact you’ve only been really dating for like a day so chill. you think you’re protecting her but I think you’re hurting her more than anything. how much have y’all gone through just to be together? are you really going to throw that out the window because your mom MIGHT say no?”

fuck he was getting philosophical again and once he started no one could stop him.

“have you even talked to chae? you need to talk. y’all both fuck each other over because of lack of communication, that’s what got y’all in the fucked up spot you were just in this weekend. talk to her and tell her why you did what you did and then tell her what you’re going to do to fix it. don’t just leave her hanging like this”

why was he always right. I knew he was right but I couldn’t bring myself to actually act on it. I could explain why I pushed her away but I didn’t know how I would fix it. if I told my mom, chaeyeon would get hurt, and if I didn’t, she would be hurt as well. it was a battle of two evils.

I nodded, shoving crush away in agreement.

“I will”

christian was discharged a couple hours later and both zico and crush took him home. it was just me now, me and my phone. my thumbs fumbled as I debated whether I should call or text. would texting make me an asshole? or more of an asshole. yeah it probably would. call it is.

I stared at her contact, hesitating.

“fuck it” I mumbled, pressing the call button. it seemed like it was ringing forever but soon enough I was greeted by her voicemail. I tried again only to be sent to voicemail almost immediately. I kept trying but still, nothing.

Dean: please answer

Dean: I don’t want to do this over text please

Dean: chaeyeon

Dean: please answer me

I called once more, this time leaving a voicemail.

“please call back, I’m sorry for everything. I take you for granted but let me at least explain. please” I felt so hopeless. “hope you do well on your finals tomorrow. I love you chaeyeon” I pressed the red circle on the screen.

“I fucking hate myself, I’m such a dick” I slammed my phone against the bed as I grew angrier at myself.

“don’t be so hard on yourself, we all knew it wouldn’t last babe” I didn’t have to look to recognize the owner of that voice.

“what the fuck are you doing here?”

“i’m here to keep you company tonight, your parents request” she took a seat in the chair next to my bed and set her bag down.

“I’ll take care of you, don’t worry” as she raised her hand to my face, I stopped her.

“leave” I uttered through gritted teeth.

“I will, when you leave. let’s just have fun tonight and catch up, it’s been a while babe” as she spoke i felt disgusted. the woman I once loved, the only person I had eyes for was suddenly the most repulsive thing to me. heoyang’s face was so innocent but I couldn’t help but feel nauseated.

“just you and me, like old times dean”

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shadequeen712 · 3 years

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Mobile Masterlist

Just for reference, I write all of my main OCs as black female characters, and most of them are plus-sized, chubby or fat (whichever term you prefer). Also this is primarily a smut and fantasy writing blog. Please enjoy!

BTS

💜💜💜

Min Yoongi (Suga)

Tuesday Mornings- coming soon!

Fruits Basket au

poly relationship, shape-shifters, Chinese Zodiac

Rating: Explicit

Preview:

All Kim Nari wanted was to shelter a stray cat from the cold. Instead she became responsible for a hot-headed, silver-haired wackjob who claimed he was the all powerful Lord of Tuesday. Whatever the hell that meant.

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Kwon Hyuk (Dean)

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Love the Stars- Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

nightclub au, casual hookups, a supreme amount of angst

Rating: Mature

Preview:

I like to observe people. I watch their actions as they interact in the club; the way they move, drink and speak. I've seen plenty of girls get picked up right here at the bar counter, only to see them come back the next night looking for someone new. Romance is dead. And for him, the guy drowning himself in vodka night after night, it is no different.

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Monsta X

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Lee Jooheon

Don’t Smile At Me- Character List Chapter 1

Paradise Kiss au, vampire au

fashion show, plus-sized OC (this matters for the plot), poly relationship

Rating: Explicit

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Preview:

All relationships are temporary. Or at least, that's what I thought before I met the designers at Paradise Kiss.

Before I met him. Before I met them. Before I cared about anyone but myself.

I didn't know eternity could exist. But eternity is possible, as long as you pay the price.

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Ateez

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Park Seonghwa

Book of Shadows- Chapter 1 Chapter 2

witch au, demons, dark fairy tale elements

poly relationship, angst, depressed character- written with the utmost care

morally ambiguous OC - yes, that is important

Rating: Explicit

Preview:

Hongjoong just had to break the curse, reckless as it was. He couldn't bare the suffering any longer. The feeling of their hearts wasting away, magic slowly fading. For a witch, it was a fate worse than death.

He would do anything to make his boys happy. Even if it meant giving up his own life.

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latatueport · 3 years

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な。Toᥙᥴh mᥱ。heizexdean✏ Ꮺ

#capa de fanfic #capa de spirit #capa #heize #kwon hyuk

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enhypemen · 3 years

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DEAN Masterlist

K E Y:

S = Smut

D = Suggestive dialogue

F = Fluff

A = Angst

Kwon Hyuk:

Slit F

#deantrbl #trbl #DEAN #130:mood trbl #kwon hyuk #krnb #hyuk #fanxy child fanfic #fanxy child #deantrbl smut #kwon hyuk smut #krnb smut #enhypemen rules #enhypemen masterlist #enhypemen

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mamapeach7 · 3 years

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Hyuk had only ever seen her naked once.

Each time they made love, she preferred wrapping the sheets around them and always pressed his body close to hers.

The first time, she let him see all of her though she quickly closed her legs together when he brushed a soft finger on her womanhood. He could still remember it now — the hot air against his ear as she clasped around him; every fibre of her being holding back her screams as to not wake up the plastic neighbour across the street who, in his opinion, mowed the grass on his lawn too short.

Hanji hadn’t realized that the bathroom door had opened on its own in the middle of her shower. Her husband heard the soft click of the doorknob’s unlatching, and averted his eyes from the laundry he was folding to the small crack of the door.

The pitter-patter of the hot water drops and the steam escaping the narrowness.

Hyuk stood from his knees, wiping the lint balls from the laundry on his own sweatpants. He stood at the bathroom door, and was about to shut the space until he caught a glimpse of her body in the mirror.

The iced glass of the shower misted the perfect silhouette of her figure — her curves in all the right places; the small perfectly imperfect rolls on her stomach and the dimples on her back.

And before he knew it, Hyuk had shut the door. But behind him. He breathed heavily as he watched her movements through the glass; her back turned to him —

Running her hands with sutsy water down her sides, the bubbles of shampoo streaming down her back. He could have sworn he heard her sigh.

Hanji always forgot to take off her anklet before her shower and the metal jingled softly with each movement.

He balled his fist at the hem of his tshirt, his tall nose twitching at the scent of her Tahitian coconut body wash which would linger in their bed all night.

He rid himself slowly of his fabrics and placed a gently hand on the glass door. It amazed him how long she hadn’t noticed his presence.

The click of the glass made her stop her notions, and with her hair drenched, she turned to face him.

Hanji had seen him bare even in her dreams.

She never imagined him as someone who would be hesitant in displaying himself for he had the body of a Greek sculpture carved in marble from the Classical age.

“May I help you?”

She asked him tauntingly though she knew exactly what he wanted.

They had never made love anywhere else than their bed but Hyuk would be lying if she denied having any thought of her in different positions just for him.

With no word, he grabbed her by the neck — not too harshly but enough to assert his dominance — and placed an open mouthed kiss on her wet face.

She melted into him, placing her arms around his now naked torso, feeling the growing bulge in between in his legs.

She thanked heavens that the water disguised her own wetness, as she lapped up his taste and he the same.

Pushing her against the tiled wall, Hyuk raised a leg to wrap around his waist, getting even more intimate. He attacked her neck with suckled kisses as she couldn’t help but grind herself on him.

“Oh how dirty.”

He whispered into her ear, not talking about the intention of a shower but her intentions with him.

Hanji smiled teasingly, licking the plum blossom ink blot tattoo of his neck before biting the lobe of his right ear.

He slipped inside her, a feeling she was all too familiar too but noticed even less due to the wetness of the shower.

A jack rabbit. A massage chair.

He usually teased her slowly — rousing every part of her to encourage her begs. Only this time, he couldn’t wait and he thrust himself inside her over and over again.

Her walls clamped down on him, moaning loudly as he hit her sweet spot endlessly.

A bell. The kind you ring at the receptionist’s desk.

He rang it repeatedly, her head pressing against the wall as her eyes rolled back.

He could tell by her opened mouth that this felt like something unlike the other times. And he would love her forever to just to see it again.

The glass and mirrors now steamy from both the water and the sex in the air.

And he finished inside her, her shower time extending just to clean up all over again.

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spin off of the Daeul series - hyuk and hanji (oc)

#dean #deantrbl #kwon hyuk #deanfluenza #fanfic #original character #fictional

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yoonia · 4 years

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Howlin’ (M)

⇢ Characters/pairings | Kwon Hyuk / DEAN x reader

⇢ Genre | Werewolf!au, Fated Mates!au, angst, smut

⇢ Word Count | 9,670 words

⇢ Summary | The fate between mates has been written by the Goddess for every single wolf that had been brought to the world, all for the sake of love and peace in life. You have waited all your young life to meet your Fated until the day he comes before you ready to claim you as his. But when you are both being challenged with your responsibilities for the Pack, which one would you be fighting against for the sake of your future? Your written destiny, or the Pack’s orders?

⇢ Warning | mating sex, first time/virgin sex, penetration sex without protection, explicit sexual scene, oral sex (f receiving), some dirty talking

⇢ Music Companion | Sometimes I hear Howlin' in my head - DEAN

It is forbidden to walk through the woods at night.

Ever since you were a young pup, both your parents and the elders in the pack had taught you how dangerous the woods could be at night, especially for female wolves such as yourself. Every single wolf your age had grown up knowing to stay away from it when nighttime falls, particularly from this part of the woods.

But tonight, you choose to cross the line with one destination and one purpose in mind. And it will only be the first of many rules you are about to break.

There is no other way around it. Tonight will be the last chance for you to do this before your freedom would be taken from you. You had pictured yourself with a future filled with regrets and heartbreak instead of the love and happiness you had dreamed of since you were a child. It would be the price for the sacrifice that you are about to make, so with it, comes your determination to take the chance of having what is rightfully yours. Even if it is only for a night.

You had told yourself that you deserve it when you left the house. Though now as you are walking past the giant trees and the thick darkness, you start questioning if your act of defiance is truly worth it at all.

It is, you tell yourself as you keep on walking. It has to. Because then your effort of running from your own home and escaping your parents and your guards would mean nothing.

You had covered yourself up in a long, dark cloak which falls down to your feet, with an oversized hood on top that covers up your head and half of your face, hoping that it would be enough to hide you from sight and for you to blend in with the darkness. The old cloak is filled with different scents to cover your own so nobody could detect you as you slipped out of the house, while you could only hope that it would be distracting enough for the night guards as you walk past the borders between the town and the forbidden woods.

Dry branches and dead leaves are crushed under your footsteps as you trudge forward through the depth of the woods. The soil is wet after the long rain, and you rely solely on your wolf’s senses to be able to find your way through the dark of the night without making any wrong step.

Even while hidden under your thick cloak, you can still feel the strong wind blowing around you. The sound of the howling wind and faint movements from the patrolling wolves at the edge of the woods are enough to make you grow cautious as you keep on walking ahead, but not enough to make you stop.

While you are still debating whether to keep on going or to turn back around and continue living in lies, you realise that you are nearly there.

Looking far through the distance, past the thick trees around you, you can finally see the yellow lights coming from a small hunting cabin, hidden at the heart of the forest. Finally, you wonder silently in relief, because the human part of you has been begging to return with the fear of being caught and the wolf part of you who is missing her mate have been fighting inside your head, with the former nearly winning with reasons that your legs are close to giving up. But you still cannot breathe easily until you are really there.

Until you see him.

You start walking faster until you reach its front porch, and only then you finally stop.

Your hand is shaking as you bring it up to knock on the front door. But you manage anyway. And it doesn’t take him long to open the door for you.

He stands tall at the threshold, your Fated Mate, his beautiful face glows under the moonlight as he looks out. And though he appears intimidating with the way he straightens himself up, the sparks that appear in your body from being close to him ignite something else inside you. Something that makes you feel whole.

Looking into his eyes, you could tell that he had already sensed you coming. Instead of shock, you see warmth and longing in his gaze as he looks down on you, before his eyes turn cold.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” His voice sounds low and soft when he speaks, but what hurts you more is that you can feel him holding back. As if he is putting up a shield to protect himself. From you.

And it triggers something in you that you unintentionally snap, “Neither are you.”

His jaw ticks. For a moment there, you are ready to have him snapping back at you. Yet his voice only comes out calm and cold. “This was my father’s cabin before he handed it down to me. No one can stop me from choosing to be in my own private property when I wish to be.”

“Not even the Alpha?”

The moment the words come out, you instantly regret it. Because Hyuk reels back and he becomes even more guarded.

“Don’t.”

And there it is again, the wrath in his eyes returns and the tinge of pain in your chest that comes whenever you see him hurting snaps right back in place. “I’m sorry, I just—I needed to see you,” you quickly tell him with a sigh, half pleading for him to listen and not kick you out. “Please, Hyuk.”

He seems unsure at first, and you are sure that he might be thinking of actually telling you off or perhaps send you back home himself. But he only sighs, sounding defeated as he does it. As his cold gaze softens, you realise that for every bit of spark you are still feeling for him, there is no denying that he is still feeling it too.

“Come in.”

The cabin feels warm and cozy on the inside. You immediately understand the reason why Hyuk has been residing here, using this small place as a shelter ever since that day.

The day when everything and everyone around you defied your happiness and crushed every hope that you and Hyuk had for the future.

No words are exchanged as you take refuge on his small couch, with a cup of steaming hot tea in your hands that he had brewed for you. Your cloak is now hanging near the front door. You could tell how he hates it, judging from the way he scrunched his nose as you took it off. Meanwhile, you could breathe in his ravishing scent now as you are sitting there, which you revel on as much as you can.

You can feel his eyes on you, watching you intensely while you cannot even lift your face to look up and return his gaze. You feel embarrassed when you realise that even if you have figured out how to get here without being caught, you just have no idea what to say to him.

“Are you going to stare at that all night?”

Hyuk’s voice is soft when he spoke, but it was still enough to startle you that you flinch in your seat before looking up to him. You were ready to once again meet his painful gaze when you meet his eyes, yet there is nothing there. He only stares at you like he is trying to read your mind.

“I-I’m sorry,” your voice comes in the form of a whisper since you have no idea how to act in front of him. You feel like no matter what you do or say, it will only hurt either one of you.

Hyuk takes a deep breath. He has taken the single seat at the opposite side of where you are, and it feels extremely far out of reach even if you can still feel his presence. Your hands tighten around your mug as you hold yourself back from reaching out to him. They say the pull between mates are the strongest when you are with your Fated. And sitting here in the same room with him, you can feel it getting stronger on each and every second you are spending it with him.

Hyuk’s eyes fall on your hands and he sighs defeatedly. “What is it that you want, _____? Why exactly are you here?” he asks again, softly, keeping his hands on his knees. If only you are not seeing the creases growing in his pants from his tight grip, you may never notice how much he is also holding himself back from reaching out to you. “You couldn’t have gotten to all the trouble and risk everything to see me if it’s for nothing.”

You bite your lips. “I told you I needed to see you.”

“You said that already, but for what?” he looks at you with his brows raised. The more he sees how you are not talking, the more frustrated he seems to be getting. Crossing his arms over his chest, he asks you with a light taunt in his words, “Didn’t you even think about what people would be saying if they found out that you had entered the house of an unmated male wolf in the middle of the night?”

You did. But you find it in you that you no longer care. Why would you, when nobody even care about how you feel? Biting your lips, you cannot figure out how to defend yourself. Meanwhile, Hyuk seems to be losing his patience and continues to add on,

“I thought you were supposed to be locked in your house tonight. Isn’t that what soon-to-be-mated wolves do before their mating ceremony?”

Pain snaps back deep inside your chest. You close your eyes tight to hold it and softly beg, “Stop.”

But he wouldn’t, as if his anger insists to come flowing out the moment he lets it slip. You could hear his pain and hatred as he spits out, “Or is it that you wish to see this pathetic mate of yours as he wallows in sadness before he would witness his own mate being wed to someone else?”

“I said, stop!”

You could no longer hold back. His words are too real and too painful for you to bear. You had instantly stood up in your rage as you screamed out, the cup you were holding in your hand had come rolling on the floor as you tossed it away.

Yet even after you snap, you could only stand there, looking up into his eyes with your hands balled on your side.

“Why?” he challenges you when you suddenly fall silent, “Can’t handle the truth, can you? Isn’t that exactly what is going to happen? You are to be the Alpha’s mate. The decision has been made and you had agreed upon it.”

“I did not!” You already knew that he would think that everything had been made to happen as your own decision, you saw it in his eyes when he was called into the Alpha’s room that day to hear what the Elders had to say. When they announced to the high ranked wolves how you were to be mated to the Alpha.

You just have no idea how to begin to clear things up with him. That everything was on them, not you. “Those are not the reason why I am here to see you, Hyuk,” is the only thing you could say to him, defeatedly losing your will to defend yourself when he seems unwilling to listen.

“Then tell me what the hell you are doing—”

“Because I can’t go through with it!” The words finally come out after you find how dismissive he keeps acting to you. Then a look of comprehension starts to grow in his eyes. As you can suddenly feel how he is slowly letting his guards down, you move across the room to reach him, surprising him and yourself, when you grab him by the collars and pull him up from his seat.

“Let’s run away. Far, far away from here,” you beg him, feeling desperate as you look into his eyes and your hands clutching tight on his shirt. “Take me away, Hyuk, please.”

Hyuk does nothing to reach for you, keeping his hands balled into tight fists on his sides and his jaw clenched tight. “I have offered you time and time again a chance to be with me, to accept me as your mate. But you kept pushing me away and now this? Only when you are about to be mated to someone else do you come to me and ask me to whisk you away from here?”

“But I do accept you! I wanted to! We are mates!”

His eyes glare at you with rage. “Then why am I not the one standing next to you on your mating ceremony the day after tomorrow?”

“Because I had no choice! Do you really think I want this?” The pain has become too much that you push him away, before you hit him on the chest at the very same spot where it is hurting you. “I didn’t ask for all of this! I didn’t ask to be born as the younger sister of the Alpha’s mate! She wasn’t supposed to die! She was supposed to be with him for eternity so I can be with my mate instead of taking her place just to keep her mate from dying of losing her!”

All of a sudden, you simply cannot hold it back any longer. You hate everything. You hate the Pack Law, the rule which had insisted that for each ranked werewolf who had just lost their Fated Mate, then the closest kin of that fallen mate would take their place as a Second Chance Mate. Which, in this case, since the Fated Mate of your Alpha was your older sister, you were forced to take her place right after she had passed from the illness which had taken her life.

For werewolves, Fated Mates are meant for eternity. Losing their Fated would cost a wolf to lose their soul, which would eventually lead to death, insanity, the illness that had been widely known as the Mate Sickness. With it, the Pack Law was created within your pack, in order to prevent the illness to attack any ranked werewolves should they ever lose a mate while keeping the bloodline to hold the ranks.

For the Alpha who was mated to your older sister, losing her would cause him to go berserk with the Mate Sickness, before the illness would soon take his life in the end. With the loss of an Alpha who has no heir to take his place, the pack will be left in disarray, before they disintegrate unless a new leader is chosen in his place. As the younger sister of the fallen mate, the responsibility had fallen on your shoulders to be his Second Chance Mate, while you could only look at it as nothing but torment.

“He is an Alpha. He could’ve gotten a Second Chance Mate so easily and he could’ve chosen anyone. He didn’t have to choose me!” Your voice cracks as you speak. It was barely registered in your mind that you have been crying until you feel the tears come running down your cheeks. Yet you are too angry to bother with it. Too angry at the world, at the Elders, at the Alpha, and at the whole pack for placing you right in the corner. “And he wouldn’t have chosen me if it wasn’t for the stupid rules! I don’t care about the Pack Law and I blame the Goddess for putting me in this place.”

Hyuk still says nothing. But his gaze has softened. You have hated everyone even more for having to put him in this situation. Hated the fact that you are not the only one sacrificing because of the damn law, that your mate has become the collateral damage because of all the rules.

But you hated it even more when you found out that all this time, he had actually believed that you had agreed to do it willingly. That you would reject him so you could be with the Alpha.

“I already told them that I didn’t want to. I already refused the moment my father told me about the rules, about what I was required to do. I told them that I didn’t care that the Alpha is dying and that he will pass on without an heir to take his place if I don’t take his mate’s place. I had waited for a chance to make them see how sacrificing my happiness wouldn’t even worth it. I told them that I had found my Fated and begged that they would let me be with you. But the more I begged them, the more they threatened me. They threatened to banish my family from the pack if I don’t do what the law requires me to.”

Judging from the way his eyes are widened, you could tell that he had been left in the dark. That he clearly had no clue how the Elders had put you to this spot, or how they had forced you to keep your distance from him in order to not let the bond between the two of you grow so you could build a new one with a Chosen.

“I don’t know what to do, Hyuk. I don’t want all of this. I just want to be with my mate,” you plead for him. Now that the secret is out, the weight that you have been carrying alone is lifted out of your chest, and your exhaustion takes over. You have grown tired and hopeless after fighting them all this time, of fighting alone.

“All I ever want is to be with you—” the words are caught in your throat when the memory of the day when you found out that he was your mate comes to your mind. How the happiness of knowing came so briefly and how it had gone away too soon. How different things had ended up compared to how you had pictured it. “I’ve imagined all my life about meeting you—”

Unable to hold back from the urge to cry and sob as your heart is breaking apart, you turn away from him. It suddenly feels too painful to look at him, to look at the one you are supposed to love, the one that you have come to love, but is forced to let go because of what the Pack had ordered for you to do.

Drowned in your overflowing emotions, you don’t realise it when he moves, until he is suddenly behind you and you feel his hands running down the length of your arms. You slowly melt into him as he wraps his arms around your middle.

You can feel his lips brushing against your temple as he leaves a soft kiss there, just enough to calm you. He takes a deep breath, taking in your scent before he speaks, “You have no idea how long I have waited for you. How happy I was to finally find you. I should’ve marked you the moment you turned eighteen so you don’t have to go through this. I should’ve known. I’m sorry, ______.”

You close your eyes, enjoying the warmth coming from his body and how the mate bond seems to have been put in place with his touch. With the sparks that are coming from his presence, the hope inside you blooms.

“Then mark me. Take me away with you, please,” you say to him as you turn to face him. “Let’s run away so we can be together.”

For a brief moment, his eyes seem hopeful, as if he is ready to do the same. But then he falters. “And what would that do to your family?” he asks, bitter as he speaks. “To us?”

Your lips fall to a thin line as you are unable to say a damn thing. You know exactly what it would do to your family and for the both of you. Your family will pay all the consequences if you deny them, and both you and Hyuk would be accused of treachery.

Could you really allow it to happen? For your family to be punished and for Hyuk to take the blame for your selfishness? In order for you to be happy, even just for a while?

Hyuk catches your chin with his fingers and gently lifts your face. “Did you really come here for me to mark you?”

You want it so badly to say yes, to beg him once more to mark you as his own. But you couldn’t. Not when you think of how everyone would be taking the fall for your defiance. The only thing you could do is to tell him the truth, to tell him what had come to your thoughts earlier tonight, what had pushed you to impulsively jump out of your bedroom window and search for him here.

“I wanted you to take my virtue. It is your right to have and to take. Not his. You are the one that the Goddess had chosen to take me.”

With his thumb, he caresses your cheek gently. His eyes are dark with both pride and lust after hearing what you had just said. “What if I can’t hold myself and mark you?”

Your heartbeat rises. There is no denying that you would never refuse for it to happen. “I don’t care,” you whisper, keeping your eyes on him so he could see just how much you want this, to see what you are feeling for him. You could feel your wolf pushing through. Elated for finally being able to be with her mate.

“I just want to be with you, Hyuk. Either it is only for tonight or if it will lead to eternity, we’ll let Fate decide then. I just want you to hold me, to make love to me, to show me that what we have is real,” you plead to him while pressing your body to his, then you move to wrap your arms around his waist when the need to hold him close takes over you.

“Are you sure?” Warm hands reach for your wrists, stopping your movement. For a moment, you expect him to push you away when he pries your hands off of his body. Yet instead, he lifts your hands up to his lips, and starts kissing the back of your hands gently, pressing his lips from one knuckle to another with his eyes locked on yours. “The pain of separation will be worse once we are together.”

With him being pressed this close to you and his eyes looking deep into yours, it is hard to think straight. Each kiss he gives on your skin spends heatwave running down your body, the sparks you are feeling escalate the more your revel in his kisses, that your words are nearly taken away from you.

Yet, even breathless, once you slowly give in to what your body is feeling, to the need you have of being with him, you manage to speak softly, “Would it be greedy of me for thinking that it would be better to die of unhappiness after knowing what happiness feels like, rather than to die of being unhappy, sad, and lonely, but never knowing what it feels like to be in the arms of my Fated?”

“No,” you can see the last of his restraint breaking as he speaks, as he leans down to you, before his lips come crashing against yours. “Because I would rather have that too. To die unhappy after holding you in my arms, loving you—” he breathes out as he pulls away from the kiss, his lips ghosting against yours to let you feel the warmth that comes with every word he gives you, “—after I know what heaven feels like as I make love to you.”

And then he kisses you again. Slow, passionate, even if his touches down the length of your body feel urgent and haste as if he wants to feel every inch of you while he devours your lips.

You feel a light tug at the hem of your shirt while you relish in his kiss, before he pulls away, taking the shirt up along the length of your body and it is gone within seconds. His eyes trail down your body before his hands return to hold you tight to him. Sparks ignite wherever bare skin he touches and you gasp at the sensation, and he uses the chance to take your lips in his once again.

His arms tighten around your waist as he buries his face on your neck and nuzzles his nose into your hair.

“Mine,” he whispers as he once again inhales a deep breath, taking in your scent, and his lips continue to kiss every part of you which he could reach. You barely feel it as a tug comes at the waistband of your pants. His hands move so quickly to rip it off of your body, leaving you nearly bare in your undergarments as you are standing in the middle of his living room.

Hyuk pulls away when he feels your hand tugging the hem of his shirt. He grips it tight and takes it off in one swift move. You swallow hard as he appears before you, showing his bare chest which is now rising and falling to each deep breath he takes.

His arm reaches out for you again, catching you by your waist to pull you into his chest. When his lips find yours again, the kiss you exchange with him is no longer shy or hesitant. As your lips devour each other, your teeth clashing and your tongue dancing against one another, everything is filled with pure desire, with the passion that you could only feel with your intended, and love.

Sparks run through your skin as Hyuk leads your arms to wrap themselves around his neck. Then his hands move down your body, before they grip tight at your thighs and he pulls you up, wrapping your legs around his waist without stopping the kiss.

You feel him walking away from the room, taking you with him as you are clinging tight on his body. But you tighten your arms around him, refusing to let him go or to stop kissing him, for this is all you have ever wanted ever since you met his eyes one sunset and felt the mate bond for the first time.

Hyuk finally lets your go only once he had laid you down on his bed. The sheets feel cold under your skin, but all the unpleasant feelings are gone when the sparks return to your body the moment he lowers himself on top of you.

“There is no turning back from here,” he whispers after nipping at your swollen lips. His eyes are on you, looking at you with admiration and concern this time. It would have meant nothing if it was any other time, but after seeing them looking at you with nothing else but pain for weeks, the tightness in your chest suddenly tugs apart.

“I know. I’ve wanted this ever since I thought about it,” you whisper to him, reaching up to cup his cheeks with your trembling palms. Your heart is pumping so fast that you believe it would break apart. You know that it will be broken one day, perhaps sooner than you think. But tonight, you know that each beat of your heart is there because of him. “Are you sure about this?”

You just had to ask. You know what kind of pain you are going to feel once you become one with him tonight only to be separated the next day. But you also know that you are not the only one feeling the pain. Perhaps for him, it would only become worse.

Hyuk swallows hard then takes a long, deep breath. Instead of answering, he reaches behind you and unclasps your bra, pulling it off quickly before coming back down on you again.

“I refuse to let you go without showing you how much you mean to me, without having a chance to love you, even if it’s for one night,” he says with a low voice. A few groans are slipping out as a sign that his wolf is also pushing forward to feel you. You open your mouth to speak, only to have him stopping you with a deep, longing kiss, filled with a few punishing bites as if he is trying to ravish you.

Your breath is ragged when he finally pulls away, his lips trail down on your skin, moving down the column of your throat and he doesn’t stop until he reaches your breasts. He takes one taut peak of your nipple between his mouth, sucking it gently before he adds pressure the moment you release a soft moan. Your hips start bucking unconsciously against him as he twirls the other taut bud between his fingers.

His kisses slowly move from one breast to the other, then continue trailing down between the valley of your breasts, and he keeps moving lower. Soft whimpers keep slipping out of your lips as his hot kisses trail down your lower abdomen. His hands are sliding down at your sides, moving along with his lips, leaving a long trail of electrical sparks in their wake.

You raise your hips off the bed when he slips his fingers through the waistline of your panties, allowing him to pull it down your legs. He pushes himself up on the bed as he tosses the flimsy fabric away.

Lying there under his heated gaze, you watch him hungrily as he starts taking off his pants and boxer, until he is standing there just as bare as you are. Your eyes travel down his naked body, taking in every dip and curve of him while he is doing the same, as if he wants to memorise every inch of your body, every curve, the way you are doing just the same.

“You are beautiful,” he whispers, leaning down at the foot of the bed. He gently takes each of your ankles in his hands, then slowly pulls your legs up, spreading them apart for him.

Hyuk moves like a predator as he slowly crawls onto the bed. Keeping a gentle hold of one ankle in each of his hand, he leans down, leaving soft kisses on your skin starting from one ankle to the other before he starts moving upward.

He moves slowly as he leaves a trail of his kisses toward your center, taking his time while savouring the taste of your skin under his tongue, as if he wants your whole body to memorise everything, every touch, every kiss.

Meanwhile, you have grown terribly impatient. His name comes out along with every desperate whimper you make. Your nails are buried deep within the sheets as you hold yourself back from pulling him up towards you, while your hips keep jolting upward with every single electric spark he ignites in your body.

Until finally, he is there. He buries his head between your thighs, his lips are pressed against your nether lips, leaving the faintest of kisses at your dripping folds and licks up at your mound playfully while avoiding the spot where you want him to be the most.

A soft whine comes out at your frustration, and you start calling him with needs while gyrating your hips up to lead him to where your heat is pooling. Yet Hyuk’s lips leave your skin and he chuckles, “Eager, are we?”

Groaning deeply, you start cursing under your breath and beg, “Please, Hyuk. I want you.”

Using one hand, he holds your hips down to stop you from moving and whispers, “And I want you. Take a deep breath, baby. I’m going to prepare you so this wouldn’t hurt so much.”

With his fingers, he parts your folds, exposing your clit to him before his mouth catches it with a kiss. Licking a slow line up your slit with his tongue, he releases a deep growl as he relishes at the taste of your arousal that keeps dripping out.

“Fuck,” he grunts deeply as he takes a deep breath to reign himself. You can feel him shifting beneath you and hear him groaning, but as he is still hidden between your legs, you cannot see him clearly even as you push yourself up to look down. But then his eyes flicker up towards you as he growls, “You taste so sweet, little mate. Sweeter than I had ever imagined you would be.”

His words have your cheeks heating up, yet you are too breathless to say anything that you could only watch him, amused, as he closes his eyes and goes back to your center.

Diving back in to your dripping cunt, he swirls his tongue around your clit until a moan slips through your mouth. Your body must be moving wildly to react to each touch he makes because his hands give a stronger hold on your hips to keep you still. With a deep growl, Hyuk shoves his tongue inside you, sucking and drinking your arousal that sends your body close to erupting and your head spinning so fast you feel like you are losing control.

He pulls back, only to ease a finger inside you, sliding between your tight walls, and adding another as the digit has become slick enough to move easily inside you. Cries after cries escape your lips as he continues to lap at your leaking arousal while sliding his fingers in and out of you, then takes your clit into his mouth, sucking on it gently.

One of your hands comes down, grabbing his soft locks and clench on them tightly, and he groans deeply between your legs. As he could feel your body coiling up to your climax, he continues to ravish you faster and more eagerly, laving and sucking at your sex like a starving man.

Your hips jerk up as he latches onto your clit once again and grinds his teeth around the hood of your nub. The friction has your head spinning, faster than it did before, and you start pressing your hips downward, your body searching for more friction as you feel like you are close to falling apart.

“That’s it, little mate. Let go for me,” he grunts from underneath, lips hovering against your folds while he keeps pumping his fingers in and out of your hot sex in a steady pace, fast enough that the bed beneath your creaks with each movement. “I want you to come all over my face, fill my mouth with your sweet honey before I claim you. Before I thrust my cock into you until you milk me dry.”

The combination of his words and his hot lips that have found their way back to your sex have your body coiling tighter than a spring. You can instantly feel the build-up of your orgasm settling into your lower abdomen, rising and weighing you down so strongly that you can do nothing but to let it take over you like a tidal wave.

And then finally, your first climax comes to you, so strongly that it comes with a scream, and Hyuk continues to lap at every drop of your release. He keeps doing so until you are cleaned, while he uses one hand to hold you down as you continue to writhe and quiver. He gently pulls his fingers out of your throbbing sex, then his mouth dives back in to lap at the rest of your sweet nectar, from your sex to his fingers, leaving not a single drop of it behind.

You watch everything as you are gasping for breath, your gaze is hazy but still clear enough to look at his beautiful face, to see the deep lust in his eyes as he looks up to you. Then slowly, he crawls up on the bed, moving until he is hovering on top of you, until his bare chest is pressed against your heaving breasts.

For a brief moment, you can see that his wolf has taken over. But you could barely see him appearing in his eyes as Hyuk quickly leans down, taking your lips into a deep, intense kiss, devouring you with his tongue shoved through the seam of your lips. You can taste your release from his lips and tongue, you can feel his needs from the rapid beat of his heart, and his hunger from the guttural growls he keeps making as you return each kiss.

You reach up, running your fingers through his hair before holding his head back down to deepen the kiss. His hard cock twitch between your bodies as its tip nudges against your thighs and you whimper, your body jolting up, your arousal leaking as you picture him being inside you. He must have felt it, or perhaps he has caught your scent, because he suddenly pulls away with another deep growl escaping his lips.

Catching your wrists in his hold, he puts your hands together before pulling them up above your head, pressing them against the pillows in a tight hold that is still gentle enough not to hurt.

He looks deeply into your eyes, his eyes switching between their natural colours to the bright golden eyes of his wolf as he reigns in his anger and lust that are pushing through. As much as you want to look away from the pain he is showing you through those eyes, you refuse to do it, as you want to take as much time as you possibly can to memorise every single line of his beautiful face, even if the pain pulsing in his chest is enough to burn you for your sins.

“You came here to know what it feels like to be with your Fated mate. So I’m going to show you. I will show you why Fate has chosen us together,” he says deeply, his soft purrs turning into deep, guttural growls the more he speaks. “I will show you what you will be letting go and I will make sure you will remember this night for the rest of the life you have chosen to be without me.”

He keeps your hands bound together in one grip. Then uses his free hand to trail down, running his palm down your skin until he rests it on your belly. With his hips between your legs, he finds enough space to reach down, and suddenly, his fingers are there, touching your sex that is still throbbing wildly after your first release and gently parting your slick folds.

Gripping his shaft, Hyuk points the tip of his cock at your dripping sex, rubbing it up and down until it becomes slick with your arousal, before lining the tip against your tight entrance.

Feeling your body tense beneath him, Hyuk leans down, pressing his lips at your ear. “Take a deep breath and relax for me, little mate,” he whispers, before he starts lapping the rim of your ear to distract you. Taking deep breaths, your body heat rising at each lap he makes and you can feel your body slowly losing tension.

Then he pushes forward, sinking down into your tight opening, until you feel a sharp pinch deep inside that makes you gasp out.

With the tip of his cock already sheathed within a few inches deep inside you, Hyuk moves his hand to grip tightly at your thigh, pulling your leg up to his waist while you try to control your breath. Then, all of a sudden, he slams the rest of his length deep into you until you cry out in pain.

“I’m sorry, little mate,” he whispers to you as he gives soft kisses at your face and his hand caresses your skin. “The more you hesitate, your body becomes more tense. When that happens, you would have only felt more pain. I don’t want to hurt you more than it should.”

Once your body is adjusted to his cock, you can feel the sting from the first penetration slowly diminishing the more your body relaxes. It doesn’t take long before the throbbing pain between your legs turn into small spasms of pleasure as your walls are clamping around his girth.

Brushing your lips against his, you buck your hips upward and whisper, “I’m ready.”

And so is he. With your words, Hyuk starts to move. He pulls back up before sinking slowly back down, pushing deep inside you while groaning with each thick inch you take in.

“Fuck,” a curse slips past his lips. “So fucking tight, and so wet. You feel so good, little mate,” he grits out as he retreats from your warmth, only to slide back in, getting much easier to move once your hot sex has become completely drenched with your arousal, coating his length with each thrust he makes.

Once he finds his rhythm, Hyuk keeps thrusting gently into your pussy, adding a slight rotation to his hips as he moves on top of you. His eyes are locked on you to gauge at your reaction, his hands are still holding you tight as he continues to make love to you—one holding your hands up while the other is running up and down your body before reaching up, cupping your breast with his palm.

As the pleasure rises, you can feel the mate bond building stronger, tighter, locked in place the way it should be, and you become overwhelmed to how perfect it feels to become one with him that tears prick at your eyes.

“Ssh—baby,” Hyuk whispers at you gently as he slows down his thrusts. He releases your hands so he could caress your cheek. “Look at me. Focus on me, focus on us, to right now, and nothing else.”

Nodding your head, you keep your eyes on him. With another deep breath, you start moving your hips in tune with the movement he makes, until your pleasure takes over and it becomes the only thing that matters.

Hyuk pulls your arms to wrap around him, before his hands find your hips where he takes a tight hold. His gentle thrusts soon become faster, until it falls to another steady rhythm as he grinds his cock against your throbbing hot walls, stroking you harder in each thrust, slowly and surely bringing you to oblivion.

He whispers soft, coaxing words as you breathe in deep, shuddering breaths as the pleasure rises once more, increasing rapidly than before. Your nails sink deep into his skin while your soft mewls grow louder the closer you are to your end, your whole body writhes and quivers intensely to each of his thrust.

His hands trail down your thighs, gripping hard before he pulls your legs up, hoisting them both up on his shoulders. Then he continues to fuck you harder, faster, reaching deep inside you until you scream out his name.

The satisfied moans you keep releasing to respond to his deep grunts, the way your muscles are contracting around his hard length, he takes in everything as a sign that your climax is close, just in time for him to feel his own comes rushing down on him. And soon, he picks up his pace, repeatedly slamming into you deep and hard within your walls.

You could feel the build-up of your climax rising in your lower abdomen. The deep growl he makes lets you know that he could feel it as you grow tighter around him, as your body is coiling hard to the edge of your release.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight,” he grits out, his voice turning deep with his desire. He lets your shaking legs go just so he can bend over the curve of your body, kissing the side of your neck before he tugs at your earlobe. “Are you going to come for your mate, baby? Are you going to come for me?”

“Yes!” you cry out as the first wave of your climax comes rolling through you, so intense that your whole body feels like it is about to explode with all the mate sparks coming to light. And you can feel his cock straining and getting larger within you, before he coils up to his own climax with a deep, animalistic growl.

“Yes, yes, yes! Hyuk, I’m—” you exclaim loudly as your orgasm flows through you in a blinding, pulsing current. Your legs are shaking hard and your hips continue to jerk up to him, forcing the tip of his cock nudging deep inside your walls.

Even as you are yet to come down from the dizzying heights of your orgasm, Hyuk has already started moving again within you, starting slow as your walls are still locked tight around him like a fist. Meanwhile, as your senses come clear, you release a soft gasp as you realise that he is still hard inside you and is ready to come to another climax.

You lay panting beneath him as he runs a soothing hand down the length of your body, while his lips find your skin, leaving kisses up your neck before he catches your lips in his. You have become a complete whimpering mess beneath him, and he drowns every sound you are releasing through your lips as he deepens his kiss, breathing in your voice and deep breaths that come along with the spasms of your climax that seems to never end.

Then suddenly you can feel it, his cock swelling between your walls, twitching and hardening before he starts increasing his pace. He pulls away from the kiss, his eyes are the colour of his wolf’s as he looks down at you. He grips your hips tighter, using them as leverage as he starts to move faster, grinding inside you without holding back, chasing for his own climax.

Hyuk presses a thumb on your clit, riling you up to another orgasm as he thrusts harder, hitting all the right places within your sex that your climax rises just as intense as the one you had last.

“I’m going to come deep inside you, love,” his voice comes out husky and breathless as he speaks against your lips. “I will fill you up, marking every inch of your walls with my cum.”

With the remaining of your previous climax still running through you, and his words burning up something deep inside you, it doesn’t take long before you feel the familiar tightness inside your abdomen rising, threatening to break through. He keeps on slamming deep inside you, repeatedly, rapidly, until you moan out once again, your throat locking up as your body is preparing itself to fall into another explosive orgasm brewing in your groin.

“Come with me, little mate,” he growls, and you call out to him as you are blinded by the ripples of pleasure that comes shattering you apart in a series of moans, curses, and inaudible cries. Right at the same time, Hyuk growls out as he is also thrown into the same ledge, cursing out as he shoots jets of his cum deep inside you.

It takes you a moment to recover.

Your body is exhausted and spent, the final orgasm had come to you in a huge wave that you could only lay panting beneath your Fated while he trails gentle kisses all over your face, starting from your lips, to the tip of your nose, then move down the column of your throat. Your heartbeat is still racing inside your chest, but you focus on the sparks which his hands are causing on your skin, and the warmth his gentle kisses are leaving behind in their wake.

You can feel his lips nipping at your skin, stopping at the junction between your neck and shoulder, right where his mark should be. And then you start feeling his teeth pressing down, before his canine descends, ready to pierce through your delicate skin. Yet the moment you can feel them coming, thoughts of your family, of your future and Hyuk’s, all come crashing down on you.

You can see it clearly in your mind as if everything had already happened.

Images of your parents and your younger siblings being tossed outside of the Pack lands, of you being captured and thrown into the dungeon for treason, and of Hyuk being punished in front of the Pack for being defiant to his Alpha. Then everything you have felt, the delightful feeling of being one with your Fated and all the hope for having a future filled with love, are washed away instantly by fear.

Hyuk pulls away, snapping back as if he could feel the wave of emotions that are running through you. The moment you catch his dark eyes looking down at you, filled with love and concern, your tears come flowing out like a river.

“Hyuk—”

The look of pain in his eyes mirrors your own. You don’t have to see your own eyes to know it, when you could see it through his gaze, and you could feel everything, all of his pain that are carved just as deep as yours.

“Sshh—” he whispers, lowering himself again to kiss all the tears away. “I understand. Don’t say anything. It’ll be okay, I promise.”

He keeps whispering you all the words he could think of to soothe your worries and fear away. You know that his words are nothing but empty promises, that nothing will be okay once you are faced with reality as the morning comes.

But you do as he says, keeping all the words to yourself as you close your eyes, as you let him kiss away your pain and make love to you one last time.

Standing in the middle of the Alpha’s room, you can hear them all before you see them.

You focus on the sound of chattering happening outside, coming from all the Pack members who are waiting for you to come out, while your eyes are locked at the sight of the moonlight you could see through the large window before you. You keep your attention to other places but here, to simply ignore all the female wolves who are busy fussing over your dress, your hair, while you couldn’t even bother to care.

You say nothing even as they all finish their work, bowing to you before leaving you alone in the room. You choose to wallow in silence as you feel completely numb, defeated, as you are minutes away to be handed away to the man that you have no love for.

“_____.”

You turn around to see your mother standing at the doorway, looking just as tired as you are yet still beautiful in her lilac dress. “Mom?”

As a werewolf who doesn’t age like how humans normally would, your mother looks a bit older than her age as she stands there watching you. Her eyes are filled with guilt as she stares at you, for knowing exactly what you are going through and for not being able to fight against everyone to defend you.

“I—” she chokes out, sobbing, “I’m—”

You rush forward, taking her hands in yours and force a smile. “Will you walk me out to the platform, Mom? Since Dad is already there with the Alpha.”

Your mother sucks a deep breath and nods, unable to say a word when she knows that whatever she says would only cause either of you to break down.

Everything becomes a blur as you walk out of the Alpha’s house towards the field, where the mating ceremony is held, hand-in-hand with your mother. You could only focus on your beating heart, and to how your hand is trembling in your mother’s tight hold. You can tell that her hand is trembling just as hard as yours, and you tighten your fingers around hers the closer you are to the center of the field.

Right there, at the center, standing on top of the platform, is the Alpha. Wearing a pair of shirt and trousers that are just as pale white as yours, he seems to glow under the moonlight, his skin looks bright even if it is also sickly pale, yet he still appears more dominant from the others.

He reaches out his hand to welcome you as you slowly climb up the platform, and you watch him closely, studying his feature as you nearly fail to recognise him.

His eyes are swollen, his cheeks had grown sunken and his skin is completely pale as a paper. The once strong and mighty Alpha, the man that had once caused many female wolves to swoon over his dashing looks, is now withering right in front of his people, his Pack, all because of the Mate Sickness. If this mating ceremony doesn’t happen, his life would wither to none in a matter of weeks, perhaps days.

Your hand is no longer trembling as you take his hand. But the moment your skin touches, all you could feel is chill running through your body.

The Alpha smiles at you, the hope and gratitude in his eyes are enough to bring back the colour and youth back to his skin to make him look more lively even before the mate bond is formed. You could only watch him with an amazed look in your eyes as it happens.

He moves closer to you, leaning down to whisper, “Thank you, for taking such a huge responsibility. I know that this is hard for you, but I will do everything in my power to make make sure that every sacrifice you are making will worth it.”

His words hold promises that you never would have thought he could manage to offer you. But you say nothing in return. All you do is bow your head to him, submitting to your Alpha as you stand beside him during his speech. Once he is finally done, he pulls you forward to stand at the front of the platform as he presents you to the Pack,

“Please welcome, your new Alpha female, my Chosen Mate.”

As the entire pack welcomes you with a loud cheer and applause, all you could focus on is the look you see in their eyes. As you scan through the crowds of people before you, you could see all the various looks they are giving you as they watch you standing there; from the look of astonishment, relief, to pity. Then your eyes fall to the line where the ranked werewolves are standing, stopping at the three Betas of the pack, finding him standing there in the middle.

Kwon Hyuk.

You hold your gaze on him for a moment, silently exchanging the pain in your eyes to his own, before his gaze turn cold. The pain in your chest had turned dull to numb, after you had spent the last night of your freedom crying over losing him. You are starting to feel him slipping away and you force yourself to look away from his gaze, after giving him a small smile as a final goodbye.

As you turn to face your Alpha, Hyuk turns to leave the Beta line and starts heading towards the woods.

Neither of the other Betas beside him makes any move to stop him, as they are the only other people who had known about his ordeal, his sacrifice, but an Enforcer follows him close behind, stopping him just as he is about to walk past the line of trees bordering the woods.

“Beta Hyuk,” the Enforcer calls for him, falling one step behind from the broken-hearted Beta as he tries to stop him from leaving. “You can’t leave. The ceremony isn’t over yet.”

Hyuk looks over his shoulder, keeping his eyes on the clueless Enforcer as he holds himself back from looking far away towards the platform as the ceremony continues. “I already have the permission from the Alpha to leave. I’m not the only Beta to this pack, the others can take over,” he coldly speaks, before he continues to rush further away.

“But—Beta Hyuk!”

His words are fruitless as the Beta is quick to disappear through the woods. It takes him no time before he shifts into his wolf and runs ahead into the depth of the forest, far away from the ceremony.

At the top of the platform, the Alpha had just finished his vow to take you as his mate, while you are just finishing your own. His face lights up as you finish the vow, as if a new breath of life had just been given to him through the words alone.

Wrapping an arm around your waist, the Alpha pulls you close to him until your chest are pressed against one another. You can feel his heartbeat pacing in his chest, vibrating against yours. His eyes glow into his wolf’s as he leans down, descending over to you with his extended canine pressing against your skin.

The moment the Alpha pierces his canine through your skin, marking you as his mate, you scream out in pain. Not only for the bite, but for the painful snap you feel inside your chest as the mating bond between you and Kwon Hyuk breaks apart.

The last thing you could hear is the sound of people around you shouting for your name, followed with a long, heartbreaking howl that echoes through the night, before everything around you grows dark and you fall helplessly to the ground beneath you.

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For the lovely @pocinamedia Admin Kia~ I mean it isn’t exactly “lowkey” per-say but hopefully you enjoy it doll 💕

Genre; smut and a healthy dose of fluff

Length; 2,000+ words

Kink(s); Daddy kink, oral sex

As you sat there backstage of your boyfriend’s concert with some other random girls beside you- who probably had backstage passes or something, you honestly didn’t know and really didn’t care to find out. The only thing you had on your mind was seeing finally seeing Kwon[Dean] after being apart for so long.

You were trying your hardest just to tune everything out and listen to your boyfriend’s soulful voice as you waited patiently, but couldn’t help just rolling your eyes each time these bitches opened their mouths. They were obviously oblivious to the fact that you were fluent in korean and understood every ignorant word that spewed from their mouths.

“Yah..” You could hear the girl with long black hair whisper to her short blonde haired friend, “What’s she doing here? Dean doesn’t like girls like her.” She said in a hushed tone, motioning her head towards you.

You obviously knew you weren’t really “ideal” in Korea. Your skin was several shades darker, your hair wasn’t straight and fine- it was a collection of thick tight, bouncy curls. But you were gorgeous nonetheless, and your lovely boyfriend always made sure to let you know how irresistible you were.

A small smile rested on your delicate face as you thought about how he’d sometimes tell you that you were a goddess who was kissed and adored by the sun. He always would go on about this ‘theory’ he had about you being a goddess stuck on Earth with mortals who didn’t even deserve to be in your presence.

God was he dumb sometimes but he made you feel beautiful, even on your worst of days.

The blonde haired friend just shook her and shrugged, “Maybe she’s lost..” She teased, the pair giggling like school girls after.

Despite how difficult it was, you bit your tongue and kept yourself from just starting a full on fight, mainly because that’s what your boyfriend would want. Luckily, you could hear that his set had just ended. A bright, little grin appeared on your face as he walked through the curtains and strutted over to where you and those cunts were.

“Ah! Here he comes!!” The blonde haired one squealed as she wrapped her arm around her friend’s.

The black haired friend squeezed her friend’s hand, “What if he talks to us?” She whispered as your boyfriend stood in front of y’all.

“Hey.” You said softly [in korean], looking up at him with a beaming smile on your face. “Are you done already?”

Kwon reached out for your hand, lightly grasping it as he pulled you up from your seat, “Yeah, let’s go get my stuff princess.” He cooed airily, pulling you into a tight hug then planted a soft kiss on the base of your neck.

In your peripheral vision you could see the two girls staring at the two of you, wide eyed and all the color from their faces gone. You couldn’t help but to snicker as you turned to face them, [in korean], “What got nothing to say now?” You asked, tilting your head slightly with a brow raised. “Bet y’all didn’t know I could understand everything y’all were saying.”

The pair began apologizing profusely, “I’m so sorry, we didn’t mean it. It was a joke.” The black haired one blurted out, her cheeks blushed a bright red as she stared down at the floor.

Again you rolled your eyes, scoffing as they apologized. It was almost as if he could read your mind because the moment you went to open your mouth, he said “Babe, let’s just go okay?” His hands lightly grazing your curves and back while he pepper sweet little kisses all over your cheek.

Sighing, you nodded as you inhaled his scent. “Fine..” You replied, giving the two girls this y’all bitches lucky look.

With his soft lips beside your ear, he whispered, “Good girl.. Daddy’s good little girl.”

His warm breathe and gentle praise sent chills down your spine, “Let’s go..” He said softly, intertwining his fingers with yours; leading you away from the conflict and to his dressing room.

Once the two of you entered the dim light, burgundy walled room, he shut and locked the door behind him. With his dark, lust filled eyes zeroed in on you, following you as you cheerily strutted over to the red suede couch, plopping down on it as you turned to look up at him.

All you could do was lick your plump, rose stained lips and widely smirk the moment you saw the darkness in his eyes that you were already so accustomed to seeing. “What Daddy?” You playfully asked, giggling as you rested against the back of the couch.

Kwon’s predatory gaze stayed on you as he silently walked over to the couch, one of his large hands groped his already hardened member in his pants while the other combed through his messy hair.

Standing not even a foot away from you now, he stared down at you; licking his lips as his eyes seemed focus on your plump lips and heavenly figure. “Daddy’s missed you so much babygirl.” He smoothly cooed while using his free hand to gently caress your face.

Smiling up at him, you shyly replied, “I missed you too Daddy so, so much..” You put one hand over his as he stroked your face and nuzzled into the palm of his hand, practically purring at his touch.

“You must’ve been so upset having to deal with those two girls back there my love..” He said in a hushed, comforting tone as he let you continue. “

Poking you lower lip out in a soft, subtle pout; you nodded into his palm as you planted candied kisses up to his inner wrist. “If it weren’t for you I would’ve lost my cool so quick, Daddy. People are so ignorant.. it’s annoying.”

He lifted his other hand from his clothed member and got down onto his knees in front of you, gently pulling his hand away from you he rested both of them on your thighs. Lightly grazing his fingertips up a little passed you mid thighs, his hungry gaze fixated on your heated core.

“How about..” He began, slowly peering back up at you while his large hands traveled further up your skirt. “How about you let Daddy take all that stress away from you princess?”

His low, sensual tone sent bolts of electricity straight to the heat between your legs; the only thing you managed to utter out was a soft whine as your now heavy lidded eyes stared down at him.

Licking his lips, Kwon parted your legs and pulled you further down the couch by your thighs. As his face inched closer to you, he pushed your skirt up to your waist. He immediately began trailing enticing little pecks up from your inner, mid thigh and stopping just before he reached the drenched fabric that covered your princess parts.

Instinctively, your hips rocked closer to his lips each time he neared your core. A small whimper flowed out of you as you automatically pouted in protest of his teasing. “Da- Daddy why do you have to tease?”

A smug snicker escaped him as he finally placed a delicious little peck on top of your clothed entrance while inhaling your inviting scent, “Because babygirl..” He began, cutting himself off as he planted a rougher, longer kiss slightly below your engorged clit drawing out louder, shaky moans from you.

As he pulled away from your core, he glanced back up to you- his eyes automatically locking with yours, “It’s fun to tease you sweet girl..”. Before continuing his delectable assault on you, he hooked his slender fingers into the starl white lace hem of your pastel pink panties- pulling them off, and discarding the fabric off to the side.

Your breathing hitched as you bit you lower lip while watching his plump lips plant themselves on your sensitive clit. “F- Fuck~” You shakily whined, running your fingers through his messy hair.

His skilled tongue knew exactly what to do, “Mhmm, you’re so sweet..” He closed his lips around your clit, humming as his he used two of his long fingers to trace your near dripping entrance. Removing his mouth from your core for a second or two he mumbled, “So wet for me baby..”

Planting his lips back on your needy pussy, slowly trailing his tongue down to your entrance, softly prodding it with the tip. The teasing gestures drew out elongated, high pitched whimpers as your neediness almost became unbearable. “D- Daddy..” You whined, tugging lightly on his hair.

Again, he removed his mouth from you then glance up at you through his lashes, “What is it princess?” He asked oh-so sweetly, his expert fingers still running up and down your soaking slit.

Biting your lower lip, you tightly shut your eyes laying your head back onto the couch as you relished his decadent touch. “Oh my gosh...” You whimpered as your softly raked his scalp, tightening the grip you had in his hair. “Please don’t stop Daddy..”

With a painfully slow motion, your boyfriend leaned back down placing a gentle kiss on your engorged clit; immediately earning his more of your soft, needy whines. “Why shouldn’t I stop babygirl?” He playfully asked, his finger sliding down to your wanting entrance.

Your brows furrowed as your needy moans grew louder, your arousal slowly becoming too much for you to handle. “You make me feel so good Daddy, please!” You squealed, furiously pouting while he circled your entrance.

A smug little chuckle escaped him, “That’s all you had to say, princess.” Immediately, he easily dove two finger inside your welcoming pussy, groaning as he watched while he pumped them in and out of you.

“Fu- Fuck!” You whimper between your continous near throat tearing moans. “Holy shit, you make..” Your eyes rolled back as you attempting to praise him, the feeling of him hitting your spot perfectly distracted your train of thought.

“I make.. what?..” He replied, his mouth hovering over your core as he continued finger fucking you. “Tell me babygirl. Daddy wants to hear that pretty little wrecked voice of yours.” His plush lips wrapped around your clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue as his digits continued their own assault.

Your brain and body felt as if they were both on overload. You could of sworn you had seen the stars- not only the stars but the entire fucking solar system, but sadly you had to come back down to Earth and answer that damn question of his or else you’d risk him stopping his heavenly attack.

“Y-You make me..” You stuttered hesitantly while attempting to control your moans, small high-pitched whimpers escaped your pursed lips as your walls began clenching around his fingers, “Fuck, you make me feel so fucking good Daddy!” You blurted out, practically gasping for air since you were apparently holding your breath. “Go- God I’m so close..”

Kwon could feel your walls tighten around his fingers, slowly removing his mouth from your aching, overstimulated clit; he smirked and in that velvety voice of his, he cooed, “Cum for Daddy sweetheart.” Picking up the pace of his fingers, curling his fingers in the most divine way, “Let me taste how sweet my little girl is..”

Though it felt close to impossible to open your eyes, you peered down at him watching as his put his delicious tongue and mouth on you once more. His lewd yet enamored words and sublime assault finally brought you over the edge. “Ahh~” You sweetly muttered out as your body trembled while your orgasm wracked through you.

Licking one last broad strip on your sweet tasting cunt, he slowly stopped; leaning his head against your inner thigh, he watched while he pulled his fingers out of you, licking his lips as they glistened with your exquisite essence. Bring his digits to his mouth, he licked them clean.

“How do you feel now princess?” He asked lovingly, still gently teasing your sensitive core. His lustful gaze focusing on your breathing, a smug little smile painted across his face as he saw how done you were, “Did Daddy do a good job?”

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