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To Pierce the White Eye- ONE

Teaser/ Preview/ One / Two / Three / Four / Fin.

Pairing: Psychic!Jaemin x Reader (She/her)

special thanks @badwithten for beta reading 🫶

Synopsis: You don’t think you can ever get used to the double life you and your adopted family lead. By day, you and your brother Mark attend Knight’s Cross College, but at night, you trade in your textbooks and index cards for holy water and a wooden stake to attend the Knight’s Cross College’s night class. Your classmates? The Mythics - beings most humans believed were things of fiction. Meanwhile, Na Jaemin is one of the last psychics left in the world and has been tasked with one thing by his family- make sure the Na prophecy gets fulfilled. However, the future can change at any moment, and you’re about to learn just how fragile the mythic world really is.

Chapter Word Count: 8.6K

Your first memory sat like a stain on the back of your mind, only cropping up in your nightmares to haunt you and remind you of the fact that you were missing entire chunks of your life.

You were five years old, standing in the snow as the building you stood by was set ablaze by blue flames. You weren’t wearing a sweater, but with the heat of the flames you didn’t find yourself shivering from the cold- you were shivering with fear. Alone, with nothing of use coming to your mind, you stared at the fire consuming the building as you sobbed angrily.

Where am I? No- who am I?

Your heart pounded, and when you turned around, that was when the nightmare and your memory cut out.

You woke up in a cold sweat. It had been so long since your abandonment that cold day in the snow and your subsequent adoption. You had hoped that one day your memories would return, but all you got was the agony of the memory of not knowing anything. The deep pit of fear slowly dissipated from your chest as you grounded yourself back in reality.

And that reality was you being late for your Biology exam.

You hadn’t slept well, and Jungwoo pointed it out as soon as he saw you.

“I had a bad dream,” you explained, speed walking with him down the science hall to make it to your Bio lecture in time.

“At least you slept at all, I had to pull an all nighter for this stupid exam,” he admitted as you begrudgingly filed into the full lecture hall.

“See- this is why you can’t leave studying until the last minute.”

“You’ve known me since the fourth grade, when have I ever not left anything to the last minute?”

“Fair. Kun and I really are the planners of the group,” you sighed, taking your seat.

“Oh, when you see your brother later by the way-,” Jungwoo got caught off by the professor silencing the hall, and your exam began shortly thereafter. You had taken up the entire class time for your exam, and even Jungwoo left before you did. While you knew most of the answers, your brain was still admittedly fried from waking up only a few hours ago. By the time you finally turned in your exam, it was 5 ‘till 7:30, and you were now late to meet Mark.

“I can’t wait to tell Dad,” he poked, ruffling your hair as you finally met him at your designated pre-night-class spot.

“It’s the first time in like fifteen years that I’m ever late. Plus, I was in an exam!” you countered. Mark was your adoptive older brother, and the occasional thorn in your side.

“Jungwoo was in the exam too and left in a timely manner,” he mocked, crossing his arms smugly.

“Ugh, whatever! Let’s just make sure the day students are out and get to class,” you then started off on your normal path. Mark launched himself up from the bench in the front entrance of Knight’s Cross College, and you began the trek through the math and science wing of the building.

“Whoever’s idea it was to build a college composed of three wings deserves a slap in the face,” Mark noted. The college’s primary building was divided into three total wings: the left hall designated to all things falling in or around Sociology, English, and the arts. The middle wing, the shortest of the grouping, primarily housed all the hospitality and business classes. The hall you and Mark walked down now was the one you had just finished an exam in: Math, science, and pre-health.

“Guess you should slap great-great-great grandpa then, Dad would be happy to help,” you joked, shoving your brother’s arm.

“Yeah, maybe then we wouldn’t have to deal with all this,” Mark then opened the door to a lecture hall to see a couple in the corner making out rather ravenously. You groaned, taking the lead as you shouted towards the couple.

“Past 7:30 PM no Day students are to be in the main building. Can you provide proof of night student status?” You bellowed as the couple jumped away from each other. Both of the girls looked away bashfully, shaking their heads in response.

“Then please follow my fellow warden as he guides you out of the building and out of the main building's gates,” you instructed, mentally going off the script given to you by your father. The girls quickly grabbed their bags and followed Mark into the hallway as he awkwardly started the trek towards the front double doors with them.

You scanned the restrooms and the last of the science hall as you started heading down now, hoping to meet Mark in the hospitality wing. As one of the two wardens, yours and Mark’s job had a clear goal - keep the day students away from the night students as much as possible unless supervised. This entailed making sure that while the large gates for the main building that housed a majority of classes were closed, you and Mark had to make sure no curious college students snuck in and saw what most other humans should not.

Knight’s Cross College was relatively close enough to your high school that you recognized a lot of your peers, and were lucky enough to also go to the same college as your two other best friends- Jungwoo and Kun. While Kun was older than you all and was working his masters at the College, you, Jungwoo and Mark were all in the same grade together.

You reached the main threshold of the building when you saw Mark again, who shut the door behind himself.

“Were they mad?”

“They seemed embarrassed more than anything. Thankfully I didn’t get any of the ‘why’ questions,” he replied, and he matched your footing as you started checking each of the classrooms again quickly. It was nearing 9:15PM, the time when the night students would begin to enter- and 15 minutes before Mark and you had one of your two designated night classes.

“What’s your go-to answer for the why questions?” he breathed out as you rushed through your room checks.

“‘The night students tend to be people of a certain status who need privacy for legal reasons,’” you recited.

“That ones good, I just say that I legally can’t say and any answers for it are in the student handbook,” Mark laughed. You continued the rest of your checks in silence, huffing a bit as you finally reached the room that housed your night class. You glanced at the night students slowly entering and looked away, not wanting to feel more like an intruder than you normally did.

“I’ll see you inside, sis,” Mark patted your shoulder and stepped into the classroom, leaving you outside and leaning against the wall. Your heart was racing, and you were trying really, really hard to get it to stop. You knew the chance was low, but there was still the small chance every night as you entered the night class that someone would rip out your throat, and your heart racing would not help your chances. After a moment of catching your breath and stilling your heart you got up from the wall and started inside the classroom, being greeted by the usual rounds of cold shoulders, not a single person turning to look at you. More than likely they could sense who it was anyways. Beyond you already knowing that they could smell the human on you, physically you stood out like a sore thumb. Some in the night class had their wings exposed if they were a faerie, the shifters had certain parts of their animal forms shown so they can let everyone know their status, and even the vampires just looked magical.

They were all magical, really, but they preferred to be called mythics.

The night students, while acknowledging that you did offer some help in terms of keeping their identities secret, never hid the fact that they found yours and Mark’s presence annoying at best. Part of your jobs as wardens was to attend at least one night class per evening.

“You’re later than usual,” your deskmate and close friend, Ten, acknowledged, his small fangs poking out as he whispered. Ten’s mother was not only on the mythic council, but a friend of your father’s, leading him to be one of the few in the night class to speak to you- it also helped that he’s known you since your adoption.

“Mark had to escort some people out,” you admitted, taking out your notebook as you spoke.

“We heard,” your other deskmate- Chaein- interjected, her pointed ears twitching. Chaein was one of the few elves left in the world, one of only three in the night class, and was one of the only other people that would speak to you since you both gravitated towards the back of the classroom.

“It pays to have ears like yours, huh,” Ten replied, holding back his giggles.

“You wish you had my hearing range, you goddamn bloodsucker,” Chaein scoffed.

“You’re not letting him off the hook for not giving you the homework answers huh,” you sighed, not even looking up at either of them.

“Not at all,” Chaein admitted, leaning back in her chair as the professor began his lecture. During the day, you had your classes pertaining to your major that you shared with some of your closest friends. At night, you had one of the night classes required of the Wardens to take- History of mythics: 1800’s to modern day as well as Modern Mythic Religion.

The mythics were everything your human peers were meant to believe were beings of pure fiction. Your father’s family was one of the only lines of humans who not only knew the truth of the mythic world, but worked closely with them, mainly in an attempt to unite the two worlds together… eventually. So in that attempt, at Knight’s Cross College, the main building from 7:30AM to 7:30PM had its gates open and the day students took their courses, and between 7:30PM to 7:30 AM is when the night students would enter. The rest of the school grounds were open at all times and ungated, although the night dorms were separated and required additional access. It was an attempt in some way, even if the night students for the most part hid away and didn’t show their true forms when out and about.

It was about a month into the semester (your second year at the university), so you were already in the later 1800s portion of the class. Your professor- a shapeshifter- had put on an exceptionally boring lecture today. For the most part, you and Ten just passed notes, sometimes looking up and actually writing down what the professor had to say.

“... and now in 1898 is when we see the Vatican attempt to establish proper, healthy relations with the oligarchy of mythics,” the Professor droned, his cat ears twitching. He glanced down at his watch, and squinted. Class ended, and after Chaein said bye to you, everyone seemed to hustle out except for you, Mark, and Ten.

“How are you guys feeling about that test next week?” Mark asked you guys as he walked over from his usual spot in the front of the class.

“There’s a test next week?”

“Yeah, he reminded us at the end of class, Ten,” you reminded, heading down from the steps and towards the exit.

“Huh, well there’s that. I’ll see you guys later- if I’m late to mastering incantations again the professor will shove a cross down my throat,” Ten waved as he quickly fled the hall, barely leaving the door open for you and Mark to follow.

“It’s your night for patrols?” Mark asked, trying to remember your schedules.

“Unfortunately.”

“Dope, I’m gonna do a bit of studying in one of the empty halls before I go back to my dorm.”

“Okay, see you later,” you waved him goodbye as he headed further down the wing. You made your way over to the Office of the President in the business hall, the key to it in your hand. After making the trek, you opened the door and lit up the office, greeted by the old family portrait he had up on the wall next to the switch and a bookcase. Your Dad, smiling brightly with a few less forehead creases, Mark, who was about twelve in the photo, and you in your pigtails hugging your brother.

Your Dad’s office served as the sort of headquarters for whoever was in charge of monitoring the gates that night. You tossed your backpack in its usual corner and opened the top shelf by his window, grabbing your warden fanny pack which held your foldable bo staff, holy water, and a silver cross. Technically, your father wanted you to have your supplies on you at all times, but with your exam that day you had forgotten to put it in your normal school backpack. None of your fellow night students had attempted anything, but it was always better to be safe than sorry.

You had started the first hour of your walk of the gate that surrounded the large main building, taking note of the fellow day students who visibly avoided you and the area. By your fourth and thankfully final hour (since at that point most of the night students were done with class), you perched yourself on the bench in the meager courtyard inside the main building's gated entrance, eating an apple you had stolen from your Dad’s office.

You checked your watch again- five past the end of your shift. You tossed the apple core in the trash and headed back into the building. It was a peaceful night, which was definitely a relief after the stress of your exam earlier. After locking the door of the office behind you, you were in the process of shoving your keys into your backpack when you heard a loud thud on the marble floor of the main entrance. Without thinking, you ran over to the person who fell, helping gather their items and trying to help them up despite whoever it was probably being much stronger than you were- albeit a little clumsy.

“Are you okay?” you asked, not looking up as you organized the items that had fallen from their hands- two notebooks, and an overly used copy of Frankenstein, sticky notes poking out between the pages. You glanced up, and saw him turning his head away and looking around at the vacant building. “No one else saw you fall.”

“Well,” he now turned to face you, “it’s still embarrassing that you saw it.” He was one of the most beautiful beings you had ever seen, and he was smiling at you as he laughed at himself. His fangs were visibly much different than Ten’s were- significantly larger and gleaming in the lights of the hall.

“No… no the marble is a bit slippery,” you sputtered out once you realized you were staring. Of course he was a vampire- they were known for being inhumanly beautiful, and whoever this was, he was definitely that. “Oh, here,” you gestured to his stuff in your hands.

“Oh, thanks! Did you finish your shift?” he asked as he took his dropped items back.

“My shift?” your brain was still stunned by his appearance, not really understanding anything.

“Watching the grounds… that is why you’re here right?” he scratched the back of his neck, exposing the Night student ID that hung off his jacket. Nakamoto Yuta. You blinked quickly, trying to process what he said.

“Oh, yeah! Yep I’m just heading back to my dorm.”

“I’ll walk you back, so long as you promise not to tell anyone I ate the 150 year old marble floor,” he smirked at you, now stepping beside you. You could only muster out a small sure.

“How were your classes?” you asked. You couldn’t remember ever speaking with him before. Although, you were sure you would remember any interaction with another vampire like Ten.

“Hm nothing crazy, although Ten did get in late to incantation class, so it was funny to see the professor yell at him for a bit,” Yuta laughed.

“You’re friends with Ten?” you asked, glad that you had some sort of mutual connection.

“Hm, you could say that. How are your day classes?”

“How do you know I’m taking day classes?”

“Lucky guess, since I heard Mark was taking some,” he admitted.

“They’re okay, only so much fun you can have in a Biology class,” you joked, feeling more comfortable as you spoke with him.

“Biology, huh? Any literature classes?”

“Hopefully! Next semester the goal is to take world literature.”

“I’m taking a human literature course now. It’s… something,” he chuckled to himself, his fangs still shining even in the moonlight.

“Are you a big reader?”

“I would say so, although I am trying to draw more. I haven’t been able to in a while.”

“Whenever I try to draw, it looks horrendous,” you admitted, thinking back to the terrible doodles you would make in class for your Dad and how he’d gush over them nonetheless.

“Hm, I think I’m better than the average person.”

The campus at this time of night was mainly lit by the dim street lamps that lead to the student dorms and the moonlight. There were a couple of students out by the quad, but none that paid the two of you any mind as you neared your building.

“What are your plans for the rest of the night, Yuta?”

“Eh, well around this time is when everyone is awake so it’ll be a mix of studying and making sure no one kills each other,” he chuckled.

“Are there a lot of butting heads in the night dorm?” While you and Mark did checks of the outside of the night dorm, neither of you had ever been inside of it.

“Depends on everyone’s hunger levels- the shape shifters are the worst when they’re hungry,” he muttered in the last part, despite no one being close enough to really hear you two.

“Don’t shifters eat normal food?”

“Yeah, but you try finding a good place to eat at 2AM here.”

“I’ll make it my mission,” you half-joked. You looked up at your dorm building, surprised by how quickly you two had arrived. “Well, this is my stop.”

“All right, well, I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N,” he waved goodbye as you started into the building, the smile you had not leaving until you made it up the stairs and to your floor.

Jaemin had stayed back in the classroom for his last class that night. He pretended to just take forever packing his notebook, but Hendery knew the true reason. The shifter didn’t bother asking Jaemin, and kept his gaze fixed on the door, watching as Yuta left quietly behind the large rush of the lecture hall.

“So now the crown prince meets the President’s daughter,” Hendery hummed, smiling as he watched you rush forward past the small classroom window.

“All seems to be going well,” Jaemin nodded. Jaemin was a psychic, and this vision of you meeting Yuta was one of many he had replayed over and over again- but these past few weeks, it had grown more clear and distinct to when he was basically able to tell the exact date of the meeting. “This is good.”

“Hmm hopefully it doesn’t rain tomorrow,” Hendery was being facetious, and Jaemin frowned. Jaemin was one of the royals of the mythic world but since he was nowhere near next in line, Hendery knew he could get away with poking his friends' buttons.

That night after you got back to your dorm, you were eating a pudding cup as Ten climbed in from your unlocked window. You stared at him in full disinterest as he paced your studio in a panic.

“Do you even understand how the government works for the mythics?” Ten pressed. You crushed your pudding cup, silently trying to rack your brain as you recalled back to lessons with your father and Mark that centered around mythics.

“I know it functions in a sort of… rotational manner?” It was embarrassing to admit you knew next to nothing about how mythics typically functioned in that matter- your lessons with your father really focused on protecting yourself and other basics of each species. Ten sighed, sitting on your bed.

“So, there are these eight families- to be honest you’ve probably met most of their heads. It’s the reason my Mom and your Dad have met so much that you and I became friends,” he shoved your arm playfully at this. “Each family represents some sort of major mythic species- two representing vampires, one for the elves- you get the picture.”

“Okay I know that. What does this have to do with me?” you were still trying to piece together Ten’s jumpy mood with his mention of the mythic government system.

“How do I say this… all of these young, rich, mythics that go here gossip. Especially when half of them have connections to royal lineage, like moi-,” he gestured to himself, “- and especially when the soon to be king of the mythics is amongst their classmates.” He let the last sentence hang, hoping you would catch his drift. You moved next to the vampire then, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Huh?”

“Yuta’s family is next in line, and he’s designated as the next King, making him the heir to the throne… dummy,” he flicked your head then.

“Ow! And, shit okay. How could people even smell me on him? I barely touched him.”

“You touched him?”

“I was helping him up, he tripped and fell.”

“Dude… well, hopefully nobody figures out that it’s you. God forbid… whatever. Just, be careful, okay?” he kicked his legs off the bed then, starting back for the window.

“Is it really that big of a deal if I speak with him? I mean, you and I have been friends for years. Plus, Mark has spoken to almost everyone in the night class!” Ten sighed, opening the window and leaning over the sill, before finally turning back to you.

“You’re a human girl who spoke to the crown prince comfortably enough that you helped him up after he tripped. He didn’t shoo you away, and you didn’t run away. That was your mistake.”

*****

Much to Jaemin’s dismay, it did rain the next day. He went through his observations of you again, one eye going white as he ran through his visions.

“They’re all blurry,” Jaemin grumbled, picking at his cereal. He was too tired to cook something hearty, and Hendery was more known for eating rather than his cooking. It didn’t help that the night dorm was a complete mess from the evening prior. The night dorms were situated in the far outskirts of Knights Cross College campus, nestled on its own cobblestone pathway surrounded on three sides by a forest. Since the night class was rather rowdy after their coursework in the evening, this was a good location as it wouldn’t awaken the mortals attending Knights Cross who didn’t know of the mythics existence.

Without a word, Jaemin stood up from the small mess hall. He maneuvered back into his shared bedroom with the shifter, passing different groupings of his fellow peers as he did so. As per usual, people either ignored him outright, or sent him a small polite nod. More often than not, Jaemin didn’t try to really make friends. He was far too busy fixated on the weight his family had placed on his shoulders. It was a burden only he could bear, and making unnecessary friends would not help.

He was so excited to be your friend. Everytime he would check on your paths, you two were always good friends. While he wasn’t in love with how the prophecy was meant to end, he would be lying if he even thought about the prospect of just being your friend didn’t make him want to smile. So, him struggling to see your future path… it was worrisome.

Jaemin made sure to listen to any conversations he could as he moved through the night dorm, and they were all the same as the mess was last night: what human would dare touch the next king of the mythics?

The shifters, other vampires, and faeries were able to smell that someone helped Yuta yesterday after he tripped and fell. The marble was particularly slippery that evening, and Yuta isn’t the most graceful Vampire in the world. No one dared to ask Yuta directly, but boy did they press Johnny and Ten in an attempt to get them to spill any details they may know since they were one of the only mythics to actively interact with humans. The mythics hadn’t pieced together yet that it was you who helped Yuta, but that was the least of Jaemin’s worries now.

He snatched up the first windbreaker he could find in his closet and dashed downstairs, slipping through the front door and into the gated patio.

He frowned, looking up and letting the rain soak his face as he glared up at the sky. In all of his visions of your second encounter with the prince, this day was supposed to be clear and beautiful. Jaemin tried to force another vision of you, but… nothing happened. He groaned, moving through the patio and climbing onto the stone fence, getting soaked as he glared mindlessly at the forest.

Then, he heard it. The small squelching of boots along the mulch path that encircled the dorm's outer gates. He turned around, seeing that he was the only mythic out on the gates. Yuta was-

“Hey,” your voice cracked through Jaemin’s spiraling thoughts. He looked down, seeing your puzzled expression. You wore your bo staff (Jaemin knows you’ve been training with that since you could walk)on your hip, your small black umbrella helping keep you dry. “Do you not get sick?”

Jaemin blinked, “what?”

“It’s just… why are you sitting out here in the rain?” you asked, your eyebrows frowning in concern.

You usually never spoke to the mythics, mainly because all but a few outright ignored you, but as you stared up at Jaemin you couldn’t help but feel concerned.

“I… I can get sick,” Jaemin answered. He was surprised you could even hear him- the rain felt like tiny bullets, all ricocheting loudly against every surface it encountered. Jaemin usually can handle conversations by using his abilities to see what the other person would say, but as he tried to force his visions, nothing was working. Why weren’t they working?

In his internal panic, he didn’t notice you tie a hoodie over your head. You stretched your arm out to him, waiting patiently for him to take the umbrella.

“Yes but… this is wrong. This is wrong,” he muttered to himself.

You tilted your head, “it’s just an umbrella, I have another in my dorm.” This was a half truth- you used to have another one, but Mark borrowed it and never returned it. You watched as Jaemin’s hands trembled, his fingers brushing against yours as he took your umbrella.

“Thanks,” he whispered.

“No problem…” you let your voice hang, staring at the man on the fence expectantly.

“Jaemin. Na Jaemin.”

After a moment, you quietly stepped past the young man, not turning back as you continued to complete the checks around the night dorms. Before happening upon Jaemin, your mind was swirling with warnings from your best friend- but now, your mind was blank.

Jaemin was… strange to say the least. The strangest part, you had to admit, was how… beautiful he was. All of the mythics carried an ethereal beauty to them, but Jaemin… Something struck you about him that you couldn't quite place. He was so beautiful in fact that when you finally returned to your dorm, it was him you thought about right before going to bed.

***

“You smell like a human,” Hendery noted this as soon as Jaemin returned to the dorm. Jaemin had showered as soon as he returned to the dorm- both to wash off the rain water, but also to conceal any traces of you. He shot a look of irritation to the shifter, earning a small chuckle. “How come you were outside for so long? It’s raining elves and faeries out there.”

“You’re asking a lot of questions,” Jaemin sighed, leaning back in his seat. Psychics were one of the few mythics enrolled at Knight’s Cross that did actually need to sleep, but Jaemin was not eager to do so. Instead, he sat in the large kitchen space with Hendery, silently trying to review his mental footage of the encounter with you.

He had seen it all so clearly days ago- you encountered the vampire prince on the other side of the wall, and shared a small conversation. The skies were clear. It was perfect. It had been working so perfectly up to that point-.

“I’m sure whatever it is, it’ll fall into place,” Hendery cut off Jaemin’s thought process, earning him another glare.

“It went terrible. Her path is fucked now,” Jaemin could feel his ancestors writhing in their graves. “I can’t even conjure anything now.”

Psychic powers tended to start as soon as they could get a grip on language. He had been able to conjure specific visions of different people’s paths since he could walk, and yours was a path he had been watching for some time now.

“Who’s fucked?” The addition of a third voice made the pair's heads snap up, looking at the vampiric intruder. Ten was casually drinking fake blood from a Capri Sun pouch, looking at the shifter and psychic with intense curiosity before he set the empty bag down. Ten’s nose twitched and he fixed his gaze on Jaemin.

Human relationships in any shape was considered taboo for years in most mythic circles until a couple of hundred years ago. Humans rarely reacted well to mythics, and tended to equate their existence to that of a mosquito: a nuisance with a short lifespan. While most other classes of mythics were willing to interact with humans, the aristocrats like the ones that attended Knight’s Cross College were typically discouraged from much human interaction.

Well, most were discouraged. Ten and Johnny’s families were close with your own, hence why you grew up alongside the faerie and vampire. A majority of the aristocrats were like Jaemin’s parents: generally neutral and somewhat in favor of working towards a united world with mythics and humans. However, there were families that actively sneered at the idea- Yuta’s family being the ringleaders behind the active opposition. Jaemin has known that Yuta’s mother has had the young prince’s life planned out fully- and being in a relationship with someone that was a human was not at all there.

“Nothing that concerns you,” Jaemin was brisk, not even flinching as he felt his eyesight blow out from his left eye and immediately begin sinking into different visions and paths that Ten was about to take. One, the most grainy, was Ten simply shrugging and walking off. The second, which was the most clear, was what actually occurred- Ten leaning forward and taking a small whiff of Jaemin’s shoulder, much to his chagrin.

Ten stood up tall, his eyes wide as he whispered, “has anyone else noticed?”

“Just me,” Hendery whistled as Jaemin’s eye sight fully returned.

“Great,” Ten grumbled, pulling up a seat in between the two. “So how is she fucked?”

Jaemin stared at Ten, his left eye blowing out again as he forced himself to have other visions with the vampire. Grainy images of him frantically texting someone, going into the city with another person, and encountering a shrouded, dark figure- Jaemin couldn’t decipher it. It was all blurry. He couldn’t even see you in other people’s futures.

“You’re going into the city soon?” Jaemin asked, hoping this would clear the vision still playing and ruining his depth perception.

Ten tilted his head, taking out any remaining liquid from the capri sun, “I was thinking of going thrifting. Why? You use your powers just to watch me go shopping?”

“You use your powers just to rock climb?” teased Hendery, earning an arm punch from Ten before the two began wrestling in the kitchen. Jaemin sighed, rolling his eyes at the stupid rivalry between vampires and shifters, ignoring Ten’s cries for help as Hendery quickly pinned the vampire's arms behind his back.

You woke up in your dorm on the other side of campus mid afternoon. Being a warden afforded you a weird class schedule, so you didn’t wake up until around four in the afternoon. Brushing your teeth, you got a call from Ten and rolled your eyes.

The night prior, the only mythic you were close with had bursted into your dorm in a fury. Apparently, you caused a stir in the night dorm.

“Yes?” your voice was slurred, mouth filled with foamed toothpaste.

“Why is there a second mythic that not only has your smell but now has your umbrella?” Ten’s voice was in a high pitched whisper, as if he was hiding somewhere to call you.

“You said it was bad for me to be speaking to the heir to the mythic world- there is no way Jaemin is also an heir,” you didn’t really care about anyone’s status, but you couldn’t help but snipe at the vampire.

You rolled your eyes as you heard the vampire groan in frustration. “Yuta is off limits yeah, but Jaemin? He… he gave you the time of day. That’s just plain weird.”

At this you burst out laughing, spitting out the toothpaste into the sink. “What can I say? I’m a catch.”

“That’s why you’ve been single for years.”

“Fuck you, Ten.”

“See you in class, love ya!”

The rain had stopped once you started out towards the main building of the school. During the day, the main building which housed most of the lecture halls and offices had its gates open and free to be entered by all students. It was at night that the gate was closed in order to protect the secret of the night class. It helped that the library and mess hall were a good distance from the main building, but you and your adoptive brother had managed to catch several of your peers trying to sneak in after hours.

You had your two ‘normal’ classes with two best friends- one who was a Teacher’s Assistant, and another as a classmate. You waved goodbye to the latter friend, and Jungwoo said goodbye, reminding you that you promised you would help him with the homework later in the week.

You had started towards your Father’s office at the center of the now emptying building when a door opened, shocking you as it nearly hit you in order to block your path. Your hand had instinctually moved to your hip to grab your bo staff only to grasp at air. Shit, you left it in your Dad’s office along with all your other equipment.

“I need to talk to you,” Jaemin’s voice was low, his brows furrowed. His face looked completely frazzled, sending a cocktail of concern and curiosity down your spine.

“It was just an umbrella,” was what you replied with before you tauntingly tilted your head, “what? Is that a marriage proposal to mythics?”

Jaemin’s ears went red and he looked behind the door to check if the coast was clear before looking back at you, “ you wish. Look, I just need five minutes.”

“I don’t know if you should brag about that,” you found yourself taunting, walking into the emptied classroom Jaemin had snuck into.

The door shut, and you stared at the psychic whose whole face was now red in embarrassment. Jaemin was used to having the upper hand in every conversation- he always knew what the other person would say, tested out hundreds of responses, and knew exactly what to do.

Now, with his future seeing abilities on the fritz, he felt vulnerable before you. And that terrified him.

“I can’t see your future anymore,” Jaemin’s voice came out so weak that you strained your hearing just to catch his words. “I… I’ve been watching your paths for so long but since yesterday-.”

“Why?”

“Huh?”

“Why do you want to see my future? Have you been watching it for a long time?” This was a question Jaemin had seen numerous times, but he was drawing blanks as to what was the best reply.

His mouth went dry, and he paused before answering, “because I want to, and… yes.”

It was quiet, and you felt the hairs on the back of your neck rise. Jaemin wore a puzzled expression, seeming to be studying you as you tried to slowly move towards the door and away from the psychic. From your understanding, the smallest subset of mythics were psychics. According to your history of mythics course, a majority of psychics were systematically killed in the 1800s by the elves- which then led to what was known as the elvish war. The Na’s were one of the few psychic families left.

None of the few bits of information you knew dropped any logical reasoning behind him and the haunting dread his words made you feel.

“Well… that’s… something,” your hand slowly moved towards the door handle, and a look of surprise dawned on Jaemin.

“I’m- I’m not a stalker!” he panicked, reaching the door to stop you.

“That’s reassuring!” you forced a fake smile as you flung the door open, dashing down the hall with the psychic close on your heels.

You were far more physically inclined than an average human, but despite this, Jaemin kept close behind you, trying to shout any reassurances your way.

“Stop! Please, I can explain!” his voice bounded off the empty hallway, your feet pounding against the marble as you booked it into the Office of the President, hands fumbling to grab the key from your pocket. Much to your dismay, you dropped the keys.

You were breathing heavily, back pressed against your father’s office that housed your weapons as you glared at the psychic and the keys that sat on the floor between the two of you. He was huffing, hands on his knees as he tried to gather his words. The space you were in was the secretary and staff space that the University’s team worked from, and you glanced to the right, where your Dad’s top secretary, Taeyeon, had her desk.

Taeyeon was a mind reader, and for once, you wish you had her abilities just so you could deduce whatever the fuck was going on in this guys mind.

“What the fuck do you want?” you hissed, keeping your hands pressed flat against the office door to stop yourself from shaking.

“I… you,” Jaemin was huffing intensely, still out of breath, “your future is extremely important, and I need to make sure it happens,” he settled on, standing up straight.

Your face contorted into a bewildered expression before you simply frowned, “is this… is that some weird… is that a fucking pick up line?”

Jaemin’s skin was still red from the previous exertion of energy, and this assumption of yours was enough to snipe his complexion entirely. He began rapidly shaking his head in denial before pausing. The hairs on the back of your neck rose, and judging by Jaemin’s terrified face, he felt it too. One of his eyes went white, and you used the moment to move forward quickly and snatch the keys back, fumbling with them to open the door.

“No, there’s a-!”

“Demon,” you finished, your throat dry as you stared at the dark figure rummaging around in your Dad’s office. Your Dad’s office was typically put together- albeit his desk usually was overflowing with paper- but this was… a disaster. The papers on his desk were thrown all over the place, one of his overfilled, alphabetized bookcases were knocked over onto the ground, and the family portrait of you, your father, and Mark had a huge slash down the center.

The demon didn’t seem to notice you, its face buried in the trashcan next to your father’s desk. The cabinet that held the items necessary to banish the hell spawn was untouched but on the complete otherside of the room. You couldn’t call Mark- you were afraid of engaging with it before you were fully prepared.

“Hey!” Jaemin moved before you could stop him, and he quickly sprinted and toppled the demon. “Get your holy water!” he shouted, struggling to keep the demon under his body weight. You bolted to the cabinet, taking out the fanny pack that held your kit of defense items. You tore the holy water cap off with your teeth, rushing to Jaemin’s side as the demon thrashed and spit at the psychic.

You began reciting the bible verse as you soaked the wooden stake with holy water, and over the monstrous roar of the demon, you could hear Jaemin following along with you on the verse. As soon as you finished, you struck the demon square in its chest, and as the figure evaporated, you picked up one word, “... queen.”

You fell to your knees next to Jaemin, both of you coated in a panic sweat and breathing heavily. You couldn’t even begin to wrap your mind around the fact that there was a demon on the school grounds, let alone try to understand that the demon spoke and how it made you feel.

It felt… familiar?

“I guess paying attention in all of those demon classes paid off,” Jaemin chuckled, his voice cracking. You looked at him confused before he continued, “after the blue night, all psychic, elf, and mind readers had to go through a few demon training classes to learn how to banish demons just… in case.”

The blue night?

Jaemin tilted his head then at your blank expression, again, trying to force a vision to which none came up. “You haven’t properly learned about the night you were found, right?”

“I…” you were at a loss for words, Jaemin’s now calm features causing you even more distress.

“Oh my god what the hell happened!?” Mark’s shriek of terror and him eventually wrapping you in a bear hug threw you further for a loop.

In all of Jaemin’s visions of you, you were never quiet unless you were in a deep distress, so while you were coddled and silent as your brother cried on your shoulder, Jaemin stood up and met your Father’s gaze.

“There was a demon, sir,” Jaemin told him, forcing a vision to see how he would react. “Your daughter was able to banish it with ease and she’s fine but…” he paused, his vision becoming grainy as he saw a potentially terrible path, “you should cancel the classes for the night. The Vatican needs to reinforce the holy barrier around the school.”

He was studying Jaemin and whipped out his phone shortly afterwards, calling up several higher ups. Jaemin turned around, not flinching to see Mark looming behind him with a skeptical expression.

“She said you helped her.”

“She did most of it, your sister is extremely capable.”

“Still, thanks. Although, I still don’t get why you were here in the first place,” Mark noted, waiting for Jaemin to offer more. Jaemin glanced to see you studying him, your stake still in your hands.

“I’m gonna go to the dorm, beat the crowd,” was all Jaemin offered as he left the office, brushing past your father as he went to formally announce the cancellation of the classes tonight.

You were in a daze. If you had anything in your stomach, you probably would have thrown it up. Your Dad and Mark checked to make sure you didn’t have a fever, their hands both on your forehead as you mentally went over the details of the whole ordeal.

“... Johnny, Ten, and I,” you refocused yourself at the end of Mark’s sentence, blinking quickly.

“What about you guys?”

“We’re staying with you in your dorm to make sure you’re okay, plus if not they’ll just be bored in the night dorm,” Mark forced a laugh towards the end, likely to try and get a smile out of you. You remained with a blank expression, looking forward to see that your Dad at some point left, likely when you were out of it.

“Okay,” was all you replied with. You met the other two outside of your father’s office, noting the small crowd of night students leaving the building as they waited behind. Johnny had his faerie wings exposed, their purple hue contrasting with the relaxed sweatpants he had on.

“Ready to go?” Ten’s usual cheery voice was gone, replaced with one of concern. Johnny, as per usual, was quiet as he placed his jacket back on, concealing his wings from any potential day class students that met around the dorms at this time.

“So… what actually happened?” Ten asked, now perched in your dorm. Part of yours and Mark’s job description as wardens was to also be resident assistants, and as such, you had your own studio on the floor that housed all of the honors students. Mark, however, was on the floor above you which housed a few of the athletes- the much more difficult floor, making your studio far more appealing to the four of you.

“There was a demon in our Dad’s office,” you whispered, still uncertain. It was quiet as everyone shared silent words.

“So you just attract demons,” Johnny said it so matter of fact that his words struggled to truly register for you until Ten punched the faerie in the chest. “It was a joke… I mean… this is the second time you’re found around demons.”

“Johnny what the hell is wrong with you?” Mark frowned. You stood up, eyebrows furrowed as you glared at the faerie, everyone holding their breath.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” This response stunned Johnny, and you could see the immediate pity pass through his eyes before he glared at Mark.

“She doesn’t know?”

The three of them started arguing amongst themselves, as Jaemin’s words tore through your head, “You haven’t properly learned about the night you were found, right?”

“Give me your phone,” you extended your hand out to Ten, ignoring the three of them still yelling at each other. The vampire looked confused, but begrudgingly unlocked his phone and handed it to you. Quickly you dug through his contact list, writing out the number you needed on your own phone before you passed Ten’s phone back to him, silent as you walked out of your own dorm and into the night.

It was painfully quiet outside, and you ignored the numerous texts Mark sent your way saying you shouldn’t be outside as you dialed Jaemin’s number.

“Y/n?” Jaemin answered on the third ring, and you just walked faster towards the night dorm.

“How did you-?”

“I told you- I can’t see your future anymore. You’re the only person who I can’t see.”

“So when you check your own future and can’t even see it-.”

“It’s fair to assume who it is, at least at this point,” he grumbled in the last part before continuing, “um… why are you calling?”

“Meet me in the library.”

“At the booth?” His question made you freeze, your tongue caught in your throat. “I’ve seen your future before.”

“Yes, the booth!” You snapped, hanging up. This had to be one of the worst nights of your life- second to only the night you were found. You didn’t remember the details- clearly- but there was one bit of the night your father found and adopted you, one memory that would claw its way into your nightmares on occasion and make you wake up drenched in sweat.

In your memory, you stood in the freezing cold snow, disoriented as you usually were and trying to figure out… everything. Your five year old mind struggled to piece anything together as you stared at the red patterns on the snow beneath you, and the shadow hovering over you against the blue light.

Knight’s Cross College’s library was open 24 hours a day, but even at one in the morning if it wasn’t finals season the place was like a ghost town. The booth Jaemin was referring to was your favorite place to study. It sat on the second floor next to a wall of floor to ceiling windows. During the day it offered a warm, inviting view of the campus, a nice treat when you spent long hours studying. Yet at night, with the lit up and empty campus, it felt ominous- like a warning.

You sat in the seat across from Jaemin, staring down at your fingers as you tried to gather your thoughts. Taking a deep breath, you met his gaze, “What do you know?”

He cocked his head, narrowing eyes, “I told you I-.”

“I mean,” you raised your hand and paused, chiding yourself for losing your cool for a moment, “I mean, what do you know about my past- not my future.”

Jaemin sank back in the booth, his eyes searching the empty table as he racked his brain for not only his memories for the life you were currently in, but the one you could have had- the one where your adopted father told you the truth. He looked up, your eyes pained as you waited for him to start.

“All on one night several hundred demons all escaped the underworld and took possession of a few dozen humans, and several mythics. Because of how demons have to be exorcized, the humans were fine, psychics, mind readers, and elves lived…” he let his words hang in there, and he watched as your eyes slowly widened in understanding. The anguish in your face caused Jaemin to feel a pang in his chest, and impulsively, he reached across the table to hold your hands.

You shook your head, “How did they… exorcize them?” you needed Jaemin to say the words- what happened to all of those people, and then you could begin to piece together what you were actually dealing with.

Jaemin hesitated, but you squeezed his hands to encourage him to continue, “The leaders of the Vatican thought for some reason, it would be a good idea to gather all of the possessed mythics together under one roof. A ‘mass exorcizing’ is what they planned to do. My mother could see the future but… they wouldn’t listen. The Vatican locked themselves and the mythics into the building, when they began to perform the exercise… the mythics burst into flames. It set everything and everyone in the building on fire. Only three people survived… one of them was your father.”

“And I was just there, in the snow, surrounded by the blue flames of that building,” you filled in. “Demons… that was the last time they were spotted on the surface?”

He nodded, “not since the night you appeared.”“So you just attract demons,” Johnny’s pointed words in your head made you sick. You leaned your head on the table, still holding Jaemin’s hands.

CONTINUE? CHP. 2-> OUT NOW.

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winwintea · 2 days

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secure that card! 06. brownie points

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SUMMARY ▸ zhong chenle is the owner of many cards. a black card? he owns that. he even has a stanford student id card. the one card he doesn’t own though? a green card. and if chenle plays his cards right, he just may be able to secure one by wooing you. or it could all fall through… who knows?

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ 爱你爸 means “love you dad” 😔 rip chenle… also if you’ve ever tried pei pa kao just know it is the cure to all ails it’s terrible but it does it’s job. 💀

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lov--vey · 10 months

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Lip tint

info: Renjun x reader, established relationship

genre: fluff, suggestive

content: reader being whipped for Renjun, kissing, making out, slight hair pulling

word count: 1.4k

You are about to try the new lip tint you bought and your boyfriend interrupts you.

You sit in front of the dressing table, excitedly. You open your little bag to take out the new lip tint you bought. "Finally" you think, as you have been searching for this shade for a while now; good quality and a reasonable price. To be honest, you're no expert at colors and shades, but you could tell that this is what you wanted, the moment you laid your eyes on it. You tear the plastic seal, unscrew the cap and pull the applicator out. "Wow" you almost say audibly as you admire the color for a second, it's a peachy, rosy, pretty little pink, you think to yourself and realize you didn't even look for the shade name on the packaging while buying it. So you examine the container, only to find out there is a shade number given there instead. "Whatever," you say and swatch the tint on to the side of your wrist, the color looks so pretty and the pigment is just perfect. You move the applicator towards your lips and—

"Hey y/n, Good Morning! What are you up to babe?" Renjun says cheerfully yet calmly as he enters the room and sits on the bed.

You ignore what he said. "Come check this!" you say, without even looking at him. "This lip tint is so pretty! I just bought it and was about to try it on," you tell him, showing him your wrist.

"Oh, it smells really good too," he says as he examines your wrist and takes a satisfactory whiff. "Mmm."

You finally look up at him and notice how he looks extra pretty today, even though you're the one who is dressed up while he is still in his pajamas.

"Wait, I think we should try it on you because your lips look so pouty and plump. They are always prettier than mine." "Hmm?" You croon.

He cringes.

"I just woke up a while ago and although I took a shower, my face is still somewhat puffy, that’s why," he says seriously, sounding annoyed.

"So, you do agree with what I said, right?"

He groans and makes a face but rests his weight on the dressing table as he faces you, folding his arms and puckering his lips a little. You almost giggle at how easily he complies, even though he is annoyed. Adorable. You get up with the same excitement as earlier and apply the lip tint on your boyfriend's lips. You take a step back to have a look and gasp. The pigment is so damn perfect, it's neither too much nor too little, it looks very natural. Renjun's plump lips and the little gloss of the tint make him look so utterly delicious that you feel like kissing him.

He is waiting for your response, so you turn him around and make him face the mirror. "Babe, it looks so good! You look so dreamy and perfect, I might cry," you beam, overdramatically.

He smiles at you in the mirror and leans forward to take a good look. "Mmm, it’s gotta look pretty because you chose the color," he tells you. You roll your eyes at his cheesy remark.

He looks so handsome yet delicate as you both stand next to each other in the mirror and you admire him, eyeing him up and down.

"Ahem.” “Wanna try it on yourself now? Want me to put it on your lips?" He asks. You lightly nod at him.

He dips the applicator in the container, turning to his side and— you press your lips on his, firmly, backing away quickly. He looks at you with surprised eyes and you just look back at him, as if you kissed him for the first time. You chew at the inside of your lips, shyly, tasting the lip tint.

He is indeed taken aback as it's usually him who steals little kisses from you here and there. Though he can see the lip tint on your lips now, and he chuckles, your knees go weak. Butterflies. You feel a little hot on your cheeks and see that he is blushing too. And then both of you’re grinning at each other like idiots.

He looks so precious, you cannot think of ever letting him go. The next moment, you are crashing your lips onto his so hard that your teeth clack, so stupid, you think. You both kiss hastily yet softly and gently. You can smell the lip tint on his lips, smell his shower gel, his shampoo, his freshly washed oversized t-shirt and his own scent. Shit. It all makes you so dizzy, everything seems to be hazy and your heartbeat increases rapidly. His hands reach down to your waist, pulling you in and your hands are in his hair, then fiddling with the dainty chain at the back of his neck and you reach further to his shoulders and chest, turning him around and pushing him on the dressing-chair, breaking the kiss.

You both look at each other, eyes full of want. He reaches up to cup your face, you lean into his touch, so soft. He suddenly pulls you in for another kiss, one hand on your jaw and the other on your hips, squeezing. You slightly squirm. He pulls you, straddling you onto his thighs smoothly.

How can he be so hot and so damn adorable at the same time? He'd really have the softest expression on his face and look all precious and tiny in his favorite oversized outfits and still have this elegant and intimidating aura. You fall for it each time. One second he'd be giving you his delicate bright smile and gaze so gentle, and the next, his smile still the same yet his eyes would darken; the gaze going cold and it would make you shiver because it's so sexy. It's been three years since you guys started dating and you always feel like you're in a trance, whenever you notice him doing the simplest of things. He is too sexy, too beautiful, too precious. You Love Renjun.

You get out of your hazy thoughts as he sucks at your upper lip and you lick his lower lip, slightly biting it. He parts his lips and you take no time to explore his mouth. He tastes like the toothpaste he uses and the lemon water he drinks after waking up. The minty and citrus tastes tingle your tongue but you like it. Your tongues work so well together, swirling the slightly bitter taste of the lip tint, taking turns on each other. You guys are practically making out after a while because you didn't even realize when your hand moved under his t-shirt and onto the waistband of his sweatpants. One of his hands is dangerously close to your inner thighs, groping you and the position you both are in isn't very helpful either.

You move your other hand from his chest to the back of his neck, into his hair and tug a little. "Mmh," he whimpers, grip tightening where his other hand rests on your arm. You feel the hair on the back of your neck rise. You love this so much, you do it again, this time yanking, and he moans loudly into the kiss, both his hands suddenly flying to your hips and grabbing tightly. God!

You lean away for air and, fuck he looks so gorgeous as you still hold on to his hair, his face tilted towards you. His dark brown bangs are a mess, his lips swollen and lip tint smeared all around them. Both of you are slightly panting. His brows are furrowed, probably because of the pain, and his eyes have this fiery look as if he is angry at what you did, but you know him, you know he likes it. You smirk, also mouthing a little sorry immediately, feeling guilty and concerned. As soon as you say that, his expression changes surprisingly to that of a smug smile. He was just teasing you, as if he gave you what you want, because he wanted to. He likes to play. You swear you want to violently kiss that smug off of his handsome little face and make out forever.

The lip tint! You sigh and turn your head around to look in the mirror. “The color indeed looks pretty,” you say while noticing the lip tint smeared on your lips as well.

“Told ya, my girlfriend bought it,'' he says while peeking from your side with the same smirk. You both smile in the mirror like idiots, again.

author's note: Sorry if my English and grammar suck .🥲. I am not good at English and this was my first time ever writing anything properly in my life.

I am so down bad for Renjun. The recent teaser pictures have me on my knees.

Anyways, thanks for reading and feel free to interact.

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luxurijh · 1 year

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jaehyun fanfics recommendation.

last update: 25 dec 2022 (merry xmas!)

disclaimer! these works belong to the respective authors and are not mine. i will continously update this post as i found more and more gems (read: jae fic) on the internet).

warning! most of the works are containing smut aka not safe for work aka explicit sexual contents, so minors PLEASE do not engage.

some of fics are in indonesian (i'll give it a note).

you're welcome to message me if you have any jaehyun fics recommendation (i'll put them here if i like it).

here we go!

One-shots.

all these years. by @domjaehyun. jaehyun x female reader. fluff, angst, smut, slowburn. college!au. childhood friend to lover!au. how does your relationship with jaehyun stand the test of time? note: i LOVE this soooo much! the slowburn drives me nuts but jaehyun is SO fucking flirty i wanna punch his face.

domaine de la romanée. by @heartau. jaehyun x female reader. angst, smut, slowburn. richkid!au. warning: very, very, very explicit sexual content. even the most pure become tainted when their eyes meet his. this was doomed from the start; you knew it was dangerous, you knew it was bad - but all those thoughts left your mind the second he made you feel good.

dive. by @yougotthatbilly. jaehyun x female reader. smut. fratboy!au, college!au. warning: oiud smoking.

sleep well, princess. by @anashins. jaehyun x female reader. ft. big brother!taeyong. fluff, angst, romance, smut, slow burn. big brother's bestfriend!au, childhood friend-to-lover!au.

hot girl bummer. by @domjaehyun. jaehyun x female reader. smut. tw: dubcon, potentially triggering. you hate your brother's bestfriend.

team captain. by @smileysuh. jaehyun x female reader. smut, crack. fratboy!au, college!au. jaehyun is a notorious lady killer, everyone wants him. except for you, yuta's bestfriend.

mr.jung. by @domjaehyun. jaehyun x female reader. smut. ceo!jaehyun. secretary!reader.

kating ganteng. by lanlunanit. jaehyun x female oc. fluff, angst. college!au. tw: car crash, potentially triggering. written in indonesian. fics in chat format.

wine, vinyls, and flannels. by teenfinite123. jaehyun x rose. nctpink. angst. romance. leaving a friend's crowded apartment party, playing vinyls, and drinking cheap wine at 1 am.

please stay. by Diana_1203. jaehyun x rose. nctpink. angst, romance. for she was just a mere princess who was head over heels for the brave warrior.

Chaptered.

Completed.

ethereal. by @celestialmark. jaehyun x female reader. fluff, slice of life, slow burns. he was the living definition of ethereal, and his beauty shone the most on the inside.

aurora. sequel of ethereal by @celestialmark. jaehyun x female reader. fluff, angst, slice of life, slow burns. even when you were in the middle of breaking his heart, he still made the conscious decision to see the best in you. note: i love this masterpiece SOOOOO fucking much! so much feeling that's wrecking my heart (i'm SO glad it has a happy ending). i hate how jaehyun is so surreal, too beautiful to be true. wishing we have this kind of jaehyun at least one in our live.

On-going.

secrets of the hill. by @baobaojng. jaehyun x female reader. angst, fluff. 1800's jaehyun!au, arranged marriage!au. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6? inactive. in the present day you are confused; you do not know who you are and you find yourself on an impossible quest to find out— until you wake up in the 1800’s, engaged to a hauntingly beautiful and uptight man who tries to figure out why the girl he’s been betrothed to has drastically changed. note: i love this fic sooooooooo much and it makes me sad the last time the author updated this fic was back then in 2020 ;;

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First date with hendery!! <3

Hendery x y/n

Wc: 1,183

TW: sexual jokes, fluff, hendery scars some kids for life by kissing you,

After years of what Ten would call mutual pinning and what Yanyang would call "the two dumbass's not recognizing their feelings for each other," you and Hendery had finally recognized that maybe, possibly, the both of you were crushing hardcore. That led to the most awkward confession of all time, which ended with Hendery saying.

"Well, that's pretty epic."

You couldn't help but punch his arm because who finds out their crush likes them back and responds that way?

But you didn't care. You were going on a date with your best friend turned boyfriend. Life couldn't get better than that, really.

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There was a knock at your door, followed by a clearing throat. You quickly looked in the mirror and smiled, feeling the butterflies in your stomach dancing around.

As you opened the door, you were met with the sight of Hendery in black jeans and a cream-colored sweater. He cleared his throat awkwardly and stared at your outfit, a grin forming on his face and his eyes visibly brightening.

"Hey.", you said, trying to ignore the fuzzy feeling in your brain. He just looked so good it was overwhelming.

"Hey.", he responded, continuing to shamelessly check you out before clearing his throat. "You look amazing you know. Like, really pretty. I haven't been able to say that in like, a romantic way before, but…"

"Don't get soft on me Hendery.", you tease.

"Fine, you look like shit."

You roll your eyes and walk out, making your way to his car. He promptly swings the door open and bows, pretending to tip his hat.

"M'lady."

You climb into the car, and he closes the door, jogging to the driver's side.

The two of you go to a nice place Kun suggested for dinner and converse lightly. Though the way you speak with each other hasn't changed, the looks you give each other have.

Instead of trying to hide your feelings for each other, you're now open to giving each other starry-eyed stares. You became highly aware of the feeling of your whole face flushing during this date. You were glad you didn't have to hide your feelings anymore.

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As the sun started to set, Hendery led you to a nearby park. The air was cool and fresh, and the trees beginning to bloom small flowers, as if spring was blooming, much like your relationship.

The two of you sat on a bench and watched a few children go around playing games with each other.

"Do you remember that time a kid asked Ten if he was a girl?" he broke the pleasant silence.

"Oh my god, yes. Then he was convinced that Kun was his boyfriend, and told him his girlfriend was pretty", Hendery chuckled at the memory as you recounted it with him, "And then Kun tried to say that boys can date boys and the kid went up to his mom and told her that they were two boys dating."

"How did I forget about that part?!" he snorted, hitting your shoulder lightly as you leaned on each other, hunched over in laughter.

When you opened your eyes, he was mere centimeters away, his lips parted and eyes on yours. You swallowed thickly and turned pink as he leaned in closer and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, his hand running through your hair.

You closed your eyes and giggled into the kiss, letting your lips melt together.

Suddenly you heard an outcry of "EW THEY'RE KISSING!" and turned to see a child pointing at you two.

When you went to pull away, Hendery grabbed your hand and pulled you closer.

"Give me some tongue, babe.:, he groaned.

"Jesus Christ Hendery, we are not about to scar some poor kids for life."

"But it would be funny.", he reasoned, a stern look on his face.

You inhaled, ready to react, before he licked your upper lip.

The once innocent children ran away screaming about what nasty thing they had just witnessed as you sat with the oh-so-pleased boy.

"Dumbass.", you scolded, flicking his nose.

He wasted no time kissing your hand as you pulled it away, and you couldn't help but chuckle.

You played with a stray strand of hair on his face, pushing his smooth locks back into place as he stared at you with wide eyes, breath soft. His eyes flickered to the ground, then back to you, and his ears turned a light pink.

"I really want to kiss you again."

"Nope, you got that right taken away when you stole the innocence of all those kids."

He sighed dramatically, then looked around. "You loved it."

"No comment."

"Uh-huh. Come on", he stood up and grabbed your hand, "we're going on the swings."

As the two of you practically skipped over, you felt happy and free. The feelings you had once tried to push away were allowed to break free, and you were overjoyed.

The two of you sat on the swings in the fantastic night, and Hendery even took a few photos of you (that he would stare at later that night, thanking whatever god made him confess to you).

As you swung high, you felt like you were on top of the world, and nobody was as lucky as you. Whenever you looked at him and saw his eyes on you, you felt like you would explode with joy.

Eventually, the two of you left, and he took your hand in his, leading you back to the car. You spent the ride home singing to the songs on the radio and laughing together.

As he walked you to the door, he clung onto your arm and leaned his head on his shoulder, embracing you tightly.

"I really had a great night, Y/N, you know…."

"I did too, Hen, I did too."

He pulled off you and smiled, then kissed your forehead and ran a hand through his hair. "Maybe I could come in, just to, you know, guard you while you sleep and make sure nobody takes you away."

You laughed at him and shook your head. "The only person who would try and take me away is you, dingus."

He shrugged. "Worth a shot. Well, I guess this is good night, then."

You nodded. "Oh! I have something for you, actually."

His eyes lit up. "Oh?"

You motioned for him to move closer, and when he did, you pulled him in for a deep kiss, which he instantly reciprocated.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, happy to be together, comfortable kissing, glad to be alive.

When you pulled apart, you could have sworn he held all of the universes in his eyes, and you knew your heart beat only for him.

"Well, if that was a gift, I'd hate to see what I get at the end of a date.", he teased, still holding onto your hands.

"Oh shush." you pressed one last kiss to his lips and waved as he left.

You couldn't wait for all the trouble the two of you would get into in your relationship.

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jiamour · 1 year

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💿 now playing: pushin’ n pullin’

povs: 💗-yn, 🖤-js, 💛-rj, 💙-jn, 🧡-mk, 💜-dh, ❤️-jm, 💚-

track 31: jobless monday

guitarist!jisung x reader

a/n: a jeno psyche introspection update :]

a/n: everyone in this au dissociated when they’re overwhelmed in their own way bcs they’re all just like me

tw// dissociation, derealization, depression, anxiety, mentions of past suicidal ideations, arguments, mark doesn’t let go of jeno when he asks him to, not suggestive but jeno spends a considerable amount of time on his knees and has an oral fixation, this was written for me and me only

word count: 4.2k

album tracklist

soundtrack: jobless monday - mitski, the cut that always bleed - conan gray

jeno is tired. mondays are always like this, he has a lecture at 11am followed by a 4 hour lab at 5pm. these are both mandatory credits that gave no other scheduling options just to ensure that he, personally, wouldn’t be able to eat lunch or dinner at his usual times, he was sure of this.

jeno just wants to graduate. they curse their younger self sometimes for choosing a 5 year program, but other times they’re grateful. jeno’s scared of graduating, they’re scared of the real world, job searching, the fact that they’re directionless and that they can’t keep putting off answering questions about what they plans to do with their life, what they plan to do in the future, because now they’re in the future and they’ve still got nothing.

sometimes, they just want to turn their thoughts off. which is what they thought their zoloft prescription was for but apparently they only takes those to feel chronically fatigued and sweaty.

jeno often feels like he lives entirely inside his mind, which is a funny thing to say because of course he does, everyone does. but he swears it’s different, he feels like the truest form of himself is trapped in a mental cavern where he sits and observes the physical world. a world that he can never truly reach or interact with, it’s far away and blurry around the edges like a vignette.

at night, when he’s alone and it’s dark and quiet, it’s like he’s not even corporeal. he can be anywhere but usually he finds himself traveling back to his childhood bedroom and it’s like he’s really truly there in every sense but physical. he has to blink himself out of it after a few minutes to prevent the unreality from completely overtaking him. he turns on his phone flash light and takes in what’s real, the overpriced uni hoodie he stole from mark that hangs over his desk chair, the pile of textbooks he needs to resell, the dying plant he hasn’t watered in weeks. he wills himself to be there, be present.

jeno finds himself following a routine, which he likes most of the time, he thinks. or maybe he doesn’t. jeno’s not quite sure what he likes. he’s not quite sure who he is at all actually. but jeno thinks he likes routines because routines mean he’s going ‘home’, or atleast a home away from home, marks apartment.

they know when they get there it will be just like any other day. mark will acknowledge their entrance with a nod not even pointed in their direction, if they’re lucky maybe they’ll be granted a mumble of greeting or a fleeting glance. jeno will kiss his cheek, maybe play with his fingers for a while, but eventually they’ll always end up sat alone at the end of mark’s bed silently playing games on their phone or texting jaemin to ease their boredom.

mark will join them around 1am every night, when jeno has already made their way up the bed and under the blankets. jeno will be just barely awake, holding on just because they swore they wouldn’t fall asleep without mark there beside them.

this stubborn “rule” has been holding on strong for about a year now, having started when jeno found mark still awake after 2 and a half days, trying to finish a paper early. that evening they stand beside marks desk, arms crossed, until late hours into the night. they remember practically falling asleep on their feet but refusing to move without mark taking a break and joining them. eventually, when jeno practically flops on top of his keyboard and rubs at their sleep filled eyes with the sleeve of their hoodie, marks hoodie, mark caves.

right now, he’s on his way home, alone. his hand reaches out instinctively when he goes to cross the street but no one grabs on. he knows it’s dumb and maybe childish but mark always holds his hand out for him when they’re around busy intersections. the emptiness reminds him of everytime mark forgets. jeno would reach his hand out and no one would hold on, he’d look to the side and see mark smiling as he texts someone on his phone.

“hey!” a voice yells out from behind him when the cross walk signal blinked to a walk. he jumps back, head whipping back and forth checking for cars that may have ran the light, but none came.

“hey,” the voice says again, closer this time, jeno turns begging themself not the shake, so the stranger doesn’t know they’re panicking over crossing the fucking street, “you’re marks partner, right?”

“yeah,” they respond, willing their natural charisma to take hold and do the talking for them, “i’m jeno.”

“perfect! could you give this to him? i haven’t been able to catch him in forever,” the stranger hands jeno a file without waiting for an answer, “and tell him to text me back!”

“okay,” jeno smiles a fake smile, “i’ve got to get home but it was nice to meet you.”

“you too man,” the boys already turning around and jeno has to cross the street again, the file shaking in his hands.

jeno loves going home to mark, even if he doesn’t get any of the attention he craves, even if he doesn’t get a second of intamacy. jeno loves mark, he has to love mark, it makes him feel stable and grounded somewhere. he likes having that role assigned to him, he likes being “marks partner”, it makes him feel like he has purpose, he has direction. he finds it a bit nerve wrecking to think about losing that part of himself but it is a bit scary in general to have such an integral part of your identity be tied to another person who you feel is slowly falling more and more out of love with you.

but if mark needs them to be more loveable then they’ll become more loveable! just not tonight. tonight, jeno is tired. tonight, they’ll appreciate the fraction of mark that they get because that’s just how things are.

jeno enters marks room and quietly closes the door behind themself and place their backpack against the wall. mark doesn’t acknowledge them once, just chews on his nicotine gum in silence, it’s one of those nights.

he wants to make a scene. he wants to make a stance. he’s gonna march straight into bed and ignore mark as well! that’ll teach him! but when jeno thinks rationally he knows mark won’t even notice and he’ll just end up feeling more upset.

so jeno goes up to his partner, ready to give him an earful about lack of quality time and appreciation. but jeno is tired. so, instead he droops lazily to his knees, right beside marks gaming chair. without looking down, mark shifts the chair back slightly, ushering jeno between his legs, almost under his desk. jeno follows the silent instructions and rests his cheeks on marks thigh with a puffed out sigh.

mark reaches a hand down to play with jeno’s hair, and jeno can’t help the smile that envelops them knowing they finally got marks attention, at least partially.

“hey yed,” marks voice is soft and sweet and he cards his fingers through jeno’s bangs pushing them back and out of his face.

mark makes them feel like their in a jar of honey, their brain feels sickeningly sweet and works painfully, perfectly, slow. jeno manages to hum back a response. “hey,” they quietly greet and they nuzzle themself further against marks thigh.

“tired?” mark asks, brushing his thumb gently over jeno’s cheek and beneath his glasses along his closed eyelid before returning to softly scratching along his scalp.

“mhmmm” jeno hums, letting his head be moved along easily by marks fingers.

mark coos, “my poor baby,” and jeno’s smile turns positively dopey, he knows if mark ever looks down he’ll be met with a very obviously love sick idiot.

everything about jeno feels like jelly. he almost huffs at that realization, not because of the feeling but because he keeps comparing himself to food. jeno might just be hungry. this is what happens when his lunch and dinner scheduling is disturbed.

marks fingers move down the back of jeno’s neck and they shiver against his touch before relaxing fully back into his thigh, jeno hadn’t even noticed themself getting tense but somehow mark managed to picked up on it.

“do you want to tell me about your day, baby?” mark asks softly, massaging circles into the hair behind jeno’s ear.

“mmmm, there was a girl on the bus with a dog this morning, i didnt get to pet it though, wasn’t sure if it was working,” jeno pouts, his voice is barely above a whisper. his eyes squeeze shut as he tries to indulge completely in marks touch, “and i got lunch with renjun, we split a family size salad from the grocery store.”

“have you eaten dinner yet?” jeno shakes their head and in the process, leans back and rests their chin atop marks knee so they can look up at their partner.

mark looks down at them and then he’s fighting off a smile as he looks away. god, he loves mark.

jeno knows he’s in love. he has been for almost 4 years now and he doesn’t think it will ever go away. mark has always described being in love as some over powering force that disorients him, practically incapacitates him, but for jeno it’s different. for jeno, it’s relaxing, it’s comfortable, it’s like living in a cloud (if clouds weren’t just water droplets and were actually stretched out cotton balls). it was something so soft he let himself sink down into it, unsuspecting, and now he’s stuck, surface barely firm enough to move, let alone climb out of.

‘cotton candy!’ jeno marvels. falling in love was like getting tangled up in a wand of cotton candy, all sticky and pretty and a little bit messy. he imagines compressing it down between his fingers forming pink and blue sugar sheets that he longs to take a bite of. the more he lets his mind wander the more he wants to devour mark. jeno really wishes he grabbed food before he came, he can barely focus on the conversation at hand. this is getting embarrassing.

“there’s some left overs in the fridge if you want them,” mark is giving them his full attention now and jeno wonders what they did to earn the honour.

“maybe later,” jeno hums back because he’s a sap and no matter how much he wants food, he wants mark more. just like this.

“yed, you need to eat if you’re hungry,” he’s softly reprimanded, with absolutely no bite behind it. mark places his hand on jeno’s cheek, stroking under his eye with his thumb. jeno leans into his touch, as good as delirious.

there’s sparks flying inside of jeno’s head, mark being worried about him skipping a single meal shouldn’t make him feel as insane as it does. jeno can feel the oxytocin levels rising in his brain, in his mind it’s a soft lilac colour and it dances behind his eyes.

and then there’s a thumb against jeno’s bottom lip, their eyes practically go cross as they attempt to look down at it. mark laughs softly at their suprise and he presses down ever so slightly, it’s just enough to make jenos mouth drop open, a response that was practically automatic.

mark eases his thumb into jeno’s mouth and jeno nips at the tip of it. mark laughs. god they love making mark laugh, it’s not exactly a difficult feat but it feels blissful every time, nonetheless.

jeno presses his tongue against the pad of marks thumb, it’s salty. wow. jeno really could devour him. he can imagine how dumb he looks right now, on his knees, huge dark circles under his eyes, hair probably a mess, his tongue lapping up his boyfriends fucking finger, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. leave it to mark to enable his oral fixation when he least expected it.

“you’re so pretty,” mark hums, and jeno wants to melt. mark thinks he looks pretty. jeno wonders what he actually looks like from marks perspective, wonders how he would feel if mark was in his position. his partner looking up at him through his lashes with his pretty doe eyes that were almost glazed over with sleep. jeno is obsessed. but, he thinks, he might just be obsessed with everything mark does.

“stop looking at me like that,” mark mutters shyly, his tone laced in fondness. he removes his thumb from jeno’s mouth and looks away again, the tips of his ears tinted red, “at least not while i’m working.”

“sorry, just love you a lot,” jeno pushes himself off of his knees a little, so he can flop more of his body onto marks lap. his arms wrap around marks waist and his head rests on his abdomen, “can’t help it.”

“you-“ mark cuts himself off with a laugh, and starts to run his fingers through jeno’s hair again, “you make me feel crazy, did you know that?”

“mhmm” jeno hums back proudly. snuggling into his partner, who HE made feel crazy, “you love me.”

“i love you,” mark hums in agreement, “so much.”

they fall back into silence.

at least until jeno’s phone buzzes.

they slump down off of mark and sit on their calf’s in front of him. jeno’s eyes light up as soon as they see the message and mark sends them a curious glance as they begin to stand up.

“jaem texted,” jeno smiles with his eyes at his confused partner and kisses him on the cheek as a goodbye, “said he was making something to eat and needed my help.”

mark grabs their hand before they can go, and pulls them back into him, placing a firm kiss on jeno’s lips. jeno smiles brighter at the unexpected action but it falters slightly when mark doesn’t let him go.

“but you just got here,” mark pouts.

“i’ll be back, i promise,” jeno smiles sweetly and playfully tugs his hand away but mark only intertwine their fingers and pulls him closer, pecking his lips again, “i’m just going down the hall markie, you wanted me to eat right?”

“yes,” mark whines, “but i thought you’d just be heating up left overs and coming right back, if you help jaemin you could be gone all night.”

“you’re so dramatic,” jeno coos at his pouting partner, lifting their intertwined hands to kiss the back of marks hand as marks shoulders sag, “i’ll be quick.”

“i haven’t seen you all day.”

“neither has jaemin,” jeno laughs like mark is only teasing.

“jaemins not your boyfriend.”

“‘mark that’s dumb, i’m just going to make dinner,” they hated the tension, every part of jeno wants to relieve the conflict they knew they were teetering on the edge of, “you could make dinner with us if you want.”

mark squeezes his hand with a frown, “i cant baby, i have to work.”

“yeah,” jeno looks away, “that’s what i thought you’d say.”

“baby,” mark was firm, his jaw clenched, “stay please.”

“jaemin wants my help and i need dinner.”

“i don’t get you,” marks eye contact burns into them.

“what?” jeno frowns back.

“i don’t get you,” mark repeats, “i don’t get why you’re choosing jaemin over me.”

“markie, you’re being ridiculous,” jeno whines, “i’m not choosing anyone. i’m making dinner.”

“not just now, in general,” he’s holding jeno’s hand so tightly now it starts to hurt, “after what he did to you. i don’t know how you forgave him.”

“you don’t know anything about jaemin,” they know their tone is cold but they can’t help it, anger starting to bubble up inside them.

“i know a fuck ton about jaemin,” mark fights back, “ i know he’s a coward, i know that he didn’t fight for you like you’d fight for him.”

“he didn’t know.”

“how could he not know? you were miserable,” jeno feels his throat start to close up as mark continues, “did he not care about you at all?”

“shut up,” jeno chokes out. he doesn’t need to hear this. he doesn’t need to relive any of this. not over some petty argument. he couldn’t cry. he wouldn’t. he’s made to much progress moving past this to let it hurt him again.

“i’m sorry baby, but i just don’t get why it took your dad dying and you getting fucking institutionalized for him to come back,” if he truly was sorry he would listen to jeno and shut up, jeno thinks, he wants to scream but he doesn’t, “he doesn’t deserve you.”

“we were teenagers mark and i’m not his responsibility.”

“jeno you almost died,” jeno startles at marks volume

“i know!” their voice raises against their will and cracks, “but i didnt! i’m here aren’t i? and without jaemin i probably wouldn’t be so can you fucking drop this?”

“sorry,” mark repeats, his face was contorted in a mix of pain and conflict.

“it’s fine,” they huff, “can you just let go of me.”

jeno pulls his hand back gently but mark doesn’t budge, “baby i don’t want you to go like this, not after a fight.”

jeno furrows his eyebrows “mark. let go.”

he has the strength to pull his hand away himself, but he didn’t see why he had to exert force when his partner should let his hand go when he states he wants to be let go.

mark grips his hand tighter and jeno’s heart rate picks up, he really doesn’t like this, he needs to go, “let go,” he whispers.

mark gives him a begging look, “…jeno.”

“let me go.”

“jeno. baby. come on.”

“LET GO OF ME,” he yanks his hand away as hard as he can since clearly mark didn’t want to respect his autonomy.

it happens so fast, they don’t have control of the swing of their arm as it hits marks desk sending a glass clattering against a wall and a pile of papers falling to the ground. the glass smashes, loud, but all jeno can hear is the sound of their own heart and the shriek of his voice.

mark startles, his eyes go wide, concern taking over every one of his senses. jeno feels sick to their stomach.

“i’m sorry,” he cries, “i’m didn’t mean to yell, i didnt, i didnt. i’m sorry. i’m sorry.”

“shhhh,” mark hushes, not knowing if it was okay to reach out to comfort his panicking partner, “it’s okay baby, it’s my fault. everything’s okay. try to breath.”

they can’t process marks words, they feel dizzy, everything is blurring and fuzzy and bad. everything is bad and loud and painful. they squeeze their eyes shut, it’s disorienting, they see the blinding glow of headlight and glasses smash inside of their skull. right the glass. they broke a glass.

“i’m sorry,” jeno repeats, frantically wiping the tears away from his eyes before he drops to the ground, scrambling to pick up the broken shards of glass.

“hey, hey, baby, stop. please,” mark pulls at his shoulders trying to get him away from the glass, he easily tell how out of it his partner was, not wanting to take any risks to his well-being, “don’t worry about it baby. get away from the glass, it’s okay. i’ll clean it up. it’s okay baby.”

jeno doesn’t stop trying to collect the tiny shard that litter the ground, and marks concern only grows as they lets out a loud, painful, sob that makes their chest and throat ache.

“it’s okay, it’s okay,” mark coos softly, running his hand through jeno’s hair attempting to smooth him, “you’re safe, everything’s okay, i promise.”

jeno nods but marks not sure they’re processing a word he’s saying. he tries again to pull them away from the glass but jeno shakes him off with a shaky, heaved, breath.

“can you breath for me baby?” mark tries so hard to keep calm and steady, wanting to pull jeno back but not wanting to make any sudden or firm movements that would panic jeno further, “can you do that for me please?”

jeno tries to form a sentence but it comes out in a loud panic noise. he feels like he’s suffocating, his vision slowly boxing itself in.

“i’m so-“ jeno tries to repeat but he speaks like he’s out of breath. he’s falling, every sound is distant and fuzzy like a messed up radio signal.

he can barely hear it as marks bedroom door is slammed open but his skin burns as he’s pulled into a suffocating, protective hug. it’s not mark, mark is knocked onto his ass beside them and he could feel himself being pulled in the opposite direction.

“jeno, jen, are you okay?” it’s underwater and distorted but they can tell it’s jaemin. they couldn’t wrap their head around why jaemin was there, what he was asking, nothing felt right, “did you get cut by any glass, let me see you.”

glass. the glass. the glass he shattered, after he yelled. he felt sick to his stomach knowing he caused enough of a commotion for jaemin to hear from the kitchen.

“jen, i need you to answer me, are you okay?” jeno cant seem to keep his attention on anything, he feels trapped deep in his mind watching everything with a delay. he nods.

“what the fuck did you do?” jaemin sounds so harsh and it makes their heart clench but the comment isn’t directed towards them.

“nothing,” mark sounds just as cold, “get out, i’ll fix it.”

“nothing?” jaemin’s voice rises, but to jeno its moving further away from him. he gasps for air, or maybe he just breaths, he can’t tell, everything is heavy.

he pushes himself away from jaemin, who seems to be rather preoccupied with arguing with mark and shakes as he stands to his feet, “i’m going-“ he tries to speak, “i’m gonna lie down.”

he stumbles to the bed and lays there, staring up at the ceiling, letting one more tear fall before everything stops. he’s spaced out and the argument booming in the room is nothing but muffled white noise.

they don’t know how long the screaming match lasts. they’re not really here anyways. they’re back home in their childhood bedroom and everything’s okay.

marks sighs when jaemin leaves, wanting toss another round of papers off of his desk but he doesn’t. jaemins parting warning, “be a better boyfriend before you aren’t a boyfriend at all,” repeats itself in his head.

he sits at the end of the bed, easing into the comfort as it says below him. he places his hand on jeno’s ankle.

“jeno?” he says softly and gets no response.

he sighs again and let’s himself fall back into his back, “can you come back to me, baby?”

no response.

he reaches up and delicately holds jeno’s hand, they lay like this for a few seconds and mark takes everything in, “baby, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand, please.”

mark waits a couple seconds. then 5. then 10. after 14 he feels a squeeze. it was light but it was enough to send a spark of relief down marks spine.

“i’m sorry for raising my voice,” mark takes a shaky breath, “and for not letting you go… and for what i said about jaemin. i know you love him- and he loves you, he does, i know that. it’s just sometimes i get so mad at him and- and-“

mark tries to clear his throat to make his voice stay sturdy, “i’m sorry.”

jeno doesn’t respond, but mark doesn’t expect them to. he lets go of their hand and pushes himself back up. he looks back at jeno as he gets off the bed to grab a spare blanket from his closest, knowing he wouldn’t be able to get the blanket on his bed out from under jeno easily.

he sits at the top of the bed beside jeno and fluffs the blanket out so it’s covering the both of them. gently, he takes jeno’s glasses off, doling them closed and reaches over jeno to place them on the the nightstand on jeno’s side.

mark snuggles under the blanket and into jeno, kissing his forehead, “i love you.”

no response.

mark bites back tears, not liking when jeno’s upset with him or when he’s the cause of jeno panicking enough to retreat into the safety of his mind.

jeno rolls over to face him and ducks his head into his chest.

mark closes his eyes and a couple of tears make it free, he lets himself relax next to jeno.

“i’m sorry,” mark whispers again.

“it’s okay,” jeno whispers back.

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andysorbit · 1 year

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Boundaries Part 2

Black fem reader x Yuta

Minors dni

This is gonna be long. I would tell you that I'm sorry but I ain't no liar.

If you would like to read part one first, go aqui

Warnings: oral (f & m receiving), throat fucking, shibari, spitting, snow balling (because I couldn't find any and "be the change you wanna see" or whatever that person said), orgasm denial, overstimulation, teasing, dumbification, Yuta just being an ethereal man of desire, other nasty shit? Listen I'm on my period, I'm a ball of horny.

♡♡♡♡♡

"Do I have permission to slut you out, beautiful?"

Your breath catches in your throat and you nod.

"Be a good girl, sweetheart. Use your words. I absolutely refuse to do anything until you tell me that you want me to." He presses; mouth hovering over your pussy and his breath fanning over you.

"Please." Is all you can say.

"Here's what's gonna happen and... feel free to interject at anytime- I'm going to destroy you, okay? I'm going to reduce you down to nothing more tears, spit, and sweat but I'm a generous man so..." He kisses your inner thighs slowly, "After I break you, I'm going to put you back together because I can see that you're a very, very good girl and very, very good girls deserve to be taken care of. Am I understood?" He spits on your pussy and rubs it into your clit. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes..." You grind yourself against his fingers. "Does he spit on this pretty little cunt and claim it the way he should?" Yuta doesn't even give you a chance to answer, he just begins devouring you. Sucking hungrily on your clit and fucking you with his fingers, he pulls whimpers from you effortlessly. You inch closer and closer to your release and just in that moment, he stops. You groan and writhe against the counter. "Earn it." Is all he says. Before he makes his way over to the kitchen doorway. You stare at him dumbstruck, eyes wide and desperate. He turns back to look at you, "Do you need an invitation to follow me or are you always this silly when you're horny?" He laughs. You move to pull your panties up then cross the kitchen to stand by him. "Do you think I'm boring?" He asks with a cocky smile. You shake your head. He roughly grabs your chin, "Don't make me tell you to use your words again." He scolds. "No. I'm sorry." You mutter. "Don't be sorry, just do what you're fucking told and don't mumble. I hate that shit." He snaps.

You can't help but break character, "Yes, Mother Gothel." You giggle. "You're such a fucking dweeb. Shut up!" He laughs and hugs you, "Since you had to rudely interrupt us... while I have you, are you sure you're good with all of this?" He fiddles with one of your braids and kisses your forehead. "Did I use the safeword, dummy?" You tease him. "Fair enough." He says then gives a nod. You fall back into your game. "Get down on your knees." He orders. You quickly drop down to your knees; ready for him to take your mouth however he wants. He laughs as he looms over you, "You have to earn me you silly little slut." He says and walk out of the room, "Follow me but make sure you crawl."

You crawl out of the kitchen and look around for Yuta. He's standing outside of his bedroom, "Come on." He beckons for you before disappearing into the room. You crawl quickly towards him as you hear shuffling. You want him so badly you could cry or scream or maybe both.

"Stand up and take your clothes off." He says as he gives you a devilishly beautiful smile. Quickly, you remove your shirt and then your skirt before ridding yourself of your bra and panties. "Give me your panties, little girl." He orders. You place them in his hands and he stuffs them into his pocket, "Have you ever been tied up?" He asks as he takes one of several ropes off of the dresser. "No." You reply. "No, sir. Okay? Say it." He snaps. "No, sir." You say quickly. "I'm going to tie you up, okay?" He says and comes over to you. You nod, "Yes, sir." You say. He laughs, "You're like a bobble head. So cute." He patronizes you as he imitates your nodding gesture. He shoves you down on your knees and states at you for a moment.

"Can you open your mouth for me?" He asks. His condescending tone goes straight to your pussy and you do as you're told. "Good girl." He chortles, "You really fall in line well. So obedient." He leans over and spits into your mouth. "Don't swallow it until I tell you to."

You close your mouth and hold it there. You feel yourself slipping further into submission. Yuta spits on your lips and watches it roll down your chin and onto your chest. He has stars in his eyes for you and you swell with pride. "Put your arms behind your back and push those beautiful tits our for me." He says and brings his hand up to cup your cheek. The gesture is sweet and as you lock eyes with him, you knows he's silently thanking you for trusting him. You wind your arms behind your back and push your chest out. He hums and drops down on one knee, "Swallow for me." You swallow and he pats your head. "Good little kitty." He kisses you hungrily then begins his work with the rope.

"Have you ever tried Shibari before, kitten?" He asks. He works the intricate knots around your arms and chest effortlessly. "No, sir... I was always curious about it but I didn't know how to ask." You say sheepishly. "You knew exactly how to ask for it but you couldn't picture yourself being so vulnerable as to let him bind you and have you completely at his mercy so you chose not to ask. Doesn't that sound more truthful, young lady?" He says. "It does. Yes, sir, it does." You say softly. He smiles and presses another kiss to your lips, "Trusting a man who's slightly more than a stranger over your own husband. Dirty girl." He wiggles his eyebrows at you. You blush and drop your head. "Eyes up. Keep them up. I don't need you looking down at the floor to make me feel respected. Your obedience is strong enough."

You look up at him and smile, "Really?" You ask him softly. "Oh yes, beautiful. Now stop it. I'm supposed to be breaking you, not making you blush." He gently taps your nose and stands up. You watch him retrieve another rope and bring it over to let it trace across your nipples, "You know I may just have to fuck these beautiful tits before I'm finished with you, right?" He says and quirks an eyebrow up at you. You nod, "Thank you, sir."

"Don't thank me yet." He says with a wink. Once he's sure that you're secure, he walks out of the room. You hear him shuffling around in the kitchen. You sit patiently and wait. You smell the pancakes cooking and you laugh, "That asshole." You whisper. You watch the clock. Twenty-two minutes later, he comes back with pancakes and mimosas on a tray, "I didn't forget that I have a hungry woman to feed." He hums and sets the tray down on the dresser beside the ropes. He lifts you to your feet and leads you to his bed. You sit down and he brings a plate of pancakes over to you. You smile at the two teddy bear and heart shaped pancakes. "Just like I promised. I know I also promised not to be a Casanova but I can't help what I am." He brings the plate back to the tray and carefully cuts up the pancakes. You watch him pour a bit of syrup, just the way you like it. "Here comes the train." He says as he comes over. Carefully, he feeds you a few bites and kisses you in between; both of you knowing that trying to do anything on a full stomach would be nothing short of a disaster mission.

"Am I torturing you?" He laughs. "Yes, sir. I don't want anymore. I just want you." You tell him. You wonder if you look as desperate as you feel. He kisses you again and gets up. "Drink a bit first. It's a mimosa because I'm a fancy guy." He says playfully. He brings the glass to your lips and you drink half of it before he pulls it back, "Drunk girls don't railed, sober girls do." He says as he finishes the glass. He sets it back on the tray then drunks half of his glass, "I can drink as much I want." He says teasingly.

He brings you back to the floor and guides you to the center of the room. He turns you to face the mirror, "Look at yourself." He says as he unbuttons his shirt. You perk up in anticipation as you look at your own reflection. He sinks down to his knees behind you and moves your braids so he can rest his chin on your shoulder. "I have an idea for a game, bobble head." He says. "What is it, sir?" You ask. He kisses your neck and brings his hand around to slide between your legs. He rests it there and smiles at you cockily, "I want to see how long it takes to get you to cry." He purrs and softly rubs your clit. "Look at how pretty you are like this... now look at me. Yes, keep your eyes on me now, kitten." He whispers. His fingers dip inside of you then he pulls back out to stroke you. You whimper and roll your hips. "Ah ah. That's off limits. You get exactly what I give you and nothing more. Do you understand me?" He chides. You nod, "I'm sorry, sir." You whimper. He gently grabs your hair. He knows to be gentle with your freshly done braids. You can tell he's proud of his decision based on the wink he gives you. "Cum for me, beautiful girl." He purrs. You feel yourself building quickly and he pulls his hand away.

"Never mind." He chuckles. His breath fans across your neck and you feel like you're beginning to sweat. He smiles, "You look like I've broken your heart." He says and kisses your cheek. "Please let me cum, sir." You plead.

"Have you cried yet?"

"N- no, sir."

"Well there's your answer."

You rest your head against his and he turns to kiss your neck.

"Come on. Up on your feet." He says and pulls you up before guiding you to the bed. After getting you to the center of the bed, he lays you back and spreads your legs, "I can't believe he's not devouring this gorgeous cunt any chance he can get. You married a fool." He mutters as he lowers his head to lick you softly. You whimper, "Oh! Yes... Yuta." He presses soft kisses and hungry licks against your throbbing clit and your thighs begin to shake, "I'm- Please don't stop this time. Oh God, oh God, oh God... please don't stop this time, Yuta. Please, please- p- I need it." You cry. He pulls away and sits up, "No tears, no cummies. That's the game. Don't you remember, doll?" He laughs and wipes his chin, "By the way, you're soaked. I'm gonna have to change my bed sheets."

You just stare at him; too speechless to do anything else. "Tears, spit, and sweat." He says with a devilish smile, "You've got two of three so far." He uses his sleeve to wipe the sweat from your forehead. He gets off of the bed and removes his shirt and then his jeans. You eye the bulge in his underwear. "Now you're not the only one who's naked." He says as he removes his underwear and gets back onto the bed. He hovers over you and kisses you deeply. Your breath hitches as he grinds his dick against you. "I bet I could make you cum just like this. Wanna see?" He says and ups his pace. "Y- yes, sir- fuck! Please." You plead. He grinds against you; slowing down and then speeding up just to slow down again. You spread your legs shamelessly- grateful for his mercy, "I'm c- close. Oh fuck! Just like that- yeah." You cry. He stops again.

"Jesus! Fuck! Please!" You scream and your eyes water. "It hurts. Please." Finally, you cry and he wipes away your tears, "You're so pretty when you cry." He whispers and moves to slowly press himself inside you. As he bottoms out, your eyes flutter shut, "Thank you, sir." You tell him. You're voice is smaller and you know he'll probably make you cry again soon. "So polite." He moans while slowly fucking into you. You smile. His hand move up to squeeze your tits, "I think I want to untie you." He says more to himself. You open your eyes and see his on you intensely, "Or maybe I won't." You sigh and clench around him. His hips stutter, "Fuck, kitten. You're so fucking wet for me."

He turns you over and lifts your ass up, "Has he ever had you in the position?" He asks. "No, sir." You say quickly. He grips your ass and then gives is a hard smack. You yelp and try to push back on him. "You've been such a good girl so far, don't disappoint me now." He says holding you steady. It's more than too much at this point and when he moves your legs apart, you squeeze your eyes shut.

"Gonna eat this pussy from behind. How does that sound?" He purrs. You're not given a chance to reply and his tongue is on you; licking slowly and dipping into you lazily. You try your best not to get your hopes up but as another orgasm builds in the pit of your stomach, your body begins to spasm. You sigh in relief as he brings you closer than any of the previous ones. "Yes, yes, yes, yes. Daddy." You pant. "Daddy? That's a nice change up." He chuckles and licks you just a little bit faster. "I- can you p- please?" You shrill. "Can I what, beautiful girl?" He asks and replaces his mouth with his fingers. "L- let me cum... oh God... please, please." You beg. He pulls his hand away and you press your face into the mattress and sob. Yuta unbinds you achingly slow then turns you back over and looks down at you with prideful eyes, "I wanna see you cry, pretty girl. Aww look at you." He coos as he softly prods at your shoulders to them a much needed massage. "Please." You breathe. You're nearly broken and he loves that he can do this to you. He kisses you, "Call me daddy again, doll." He murmurs against your lips. He opens your legs and sinks his cock inside of you. "Daddy... please." You whisper. "I'll be kind to you this time. I won't stop." He says into your ear as he moves inside you. He props himself up in one elbow and brings a hand down to stroke you. "Daddy." You whimper and he speeds up. "Daddy." You choke out pleadingly, "Please... have mercy on me." He laughs breathlessly, "Well fuck... don't give me a God complex, kitten. If you keep talking to me like that, I'll never let you cum." His fingers speed up. "Daddy! Thank you, thank y- daddy! Oh... daddy." You squeal as you finally cum around his throbbing dick. "Thank me again, beautiful girl." He says and slides his fingers into his mouth to suck them clean. "Thank you, daddy." You sigh and he kisses you.

"Now that the easy part is over... I get to have some real fun." He chuckles as he brings his hand back down to stroke you. He sits up and takes your hands in his free hand to trap them above your head. "Daddy! No, please... please." You whine. "Do you need to tap out?" He asks as his breathing becomes more ragged. You shake your head objectively and he laughs, "It’s either never enough for you or it's too much. Maybe your husband isn't the problem, darling. Maybe you are." He teases. You writhe and buck your hips, "Please." You choke out and try your best to inch away from him. "Don't you run from me you dirty little minx. You wanted this. 'Daddy, please. Oh, daddy, just let me cum. I need this, daddy.- Daddy, have mercy on me.' Well here is my mercy. You're coming just like you wanted, aren't you?" He hisses against your ear. He presses hot kisses against your neck, "I asked you a question." He raises his voice a little. "Y- yes, daddy." You squeak. "Oh you sound so cute." He laughs as your third orgasm rattles from somewhere deep within.

"I think I've been more than generous, yeah?" He asks. "Yes, daddy." You agree. "Then why don't you thank me by letting my fuck that beautiful mouth?" He says as he pulls out and shifts himself off of you.

You roll over and watch Yuta move up to the head of the bed and rest against the headboard. "Come to me." He whispers and you do as your told. "Good girl." He purrs. You smile and he pushes your braids out of your face then forces your head down. You take him into your mouth and immediately, he's fucking into your throat roughly. "That's my good little slut. Take it all." He moans. You greedily take every inch as tears begin to prick your eyes. It's hard to breathe but it's too delicious to stop. All you want is to feel the head of his cock abuse your throat and keep you hoarse for days. "Such a cockslut. Can you feel how my cock fills your throat, baby?" He pants. He's getting close. You squeeze he thighs and let him continue to use you. "So- fuck! I'm gonna cum baby." He groans and soon he's coming undone in your mouth. "Don't swallow it. Come here." He rasps and pulls you up into his lap. He pries your mouth open with his tongue and his cum falls past your lips and into his waiting mouth. He spits it back into yours and kisses you, "That's a good girl now swallow." He whispers against your lips.

He kisses you some more and then you slump against him with an exhausted sigh. "And scene." He says with a weak laugh. You both chuckle and he holds you to his chest. "I liked that game." You tell him.

He nods and kisses your shoulder,

"I did too, bobble head."

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Thank you for reading!

- A

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jjhyn · 2 months

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we can't be friends...

“we can’t be friends...”

pairing: johnny suh x reader “y/n”

genre: angst/toxic relationship

plot: your relationship with johnny is complicated, if the word relationship is even a word you could call what the two of you have. maybe it’s better if you two weren't in a relationship… or even friends.

warning: profanity and mentions of sex - MDNI

notes: haven’t written something in a while and ariana grande’s new album has me in my feels TT - parts in italics are lyrics from ariana’s song “we can’t be friends” copyright goes to her and the writers of that song

word count: 2186

these days your carpet floor is a lot more comfortable than your own bed. your bed harbored so many memories and laying in it only intensified those memories running around in your head. you constantly thought about the good times with johnny; whenever he’d show up at your apartment in the middle of the night with your favorite takeout after a boy broke your heart, or when he’d pretend to be your boyfriend whenever some asshole at the club would get touchy. the good times were good, but the bad times were… terrible.

you don’t know how you got here. everything was so normal a few days ago but suddenly it boiled over into the mess that it is now. imagine a time where you had everything you wanted, but you still weren’t happy. you and johnny have known each other for 6 years, since college, but it never went anywhere; although you hoped it would.

the two of you tried dating during your senior year of college but it got so stressful that after 3 months you called it quits; deciding that being friends would be a lot better. the two of you occasionally would still sleep with each other, but you strictly kept it with no strings attached. which leaves you wondering; who caught feelings first and when?

me and my truth, we sit in silence

you’ve been on the floor for a few hours now. changing your position from laying on the floor near your bed to sitting up leaned against your nightstand. your neck was starting to ache but it didn’t compare to the splitting migraine you had. you rubbed your neck to your temples when you realized your throat hurt a bit. not sure if it was because you had been crying all night or because you haven’t spoken all day. scared that if you said something it would solidify the circumstance you found yourself in; afraid that you’d never recover from this. you didn’t know who to turn to, when you grabbed your phone to find someone to call, your fingers instinctively made its way to johnny’s contact in your phone “big bear” but you couldn’t bring yourself to press call or even send a text, just staring at the last message you sent, “we can’t be friends anymore”.

a part of you wants to blame johnny, that it’s all his fault for treating you the way he did. he always confused you. he’d take you out on fancy dates, tell you to dress pretty, and surprise you with a candlelight dinner; everything a loving boyfriend would do, but then he wouldn’t talk to you for a few days then he’d show up out of nowhere, drunk and talking about the girl he just fumbled and how he was never going to find someone to spend the rest of his life with.

it wasn’t always like this. you used to be best friends, something like from a movie, but the last few days it’s felt like the two of you were complete strangers. you toss your phone after staring at his contact and release a deep sigh. deciding to get up from your spot and find something productive to do. it took so much out of you to stand up, the floor had been your safe space and leaving it meant only to relive the trauma of last night.

you walked out of your bedroom and made your way to the living room, spotting the broken picture frame at the end of the hallway. you bent down to pick up the pieces of glass but got distracted at the photo. it was a photo of you and johnny at your sister’s wedding. he stepped up as your date when you found out your ex boyfriend wasn’t actually abroad studying medicine but was taking care of his wife and child you knew nothing about. the memory brought a smile to your face because you remember walking out of your apartment, trying to suck in all of your tears, when you saw johnny. there he stood in a suit and tie, he’d never looked so good and all you did was run into his arms and continue crying. he held you and in the moment nothing mattered or existed besides the two of you.

you placed all of the broken shards of glass into the trash and left the photo on your coffee table. it didn’t feel real, there was a hole in your wall next to the front door, a glass of wine spilt on the carpet, and the memories of last night flooding in even harder than before.

-last night-

i didn’t think you’d understand me

“are you fucking kidding me, y/n?” johnny yelled from outside your front door. he had been out there for 10 minutes, trying to get you to open the door after you sent him that text message.

“just go home johnny, it’s almost 1am!” you yelled back but all it did was make him slam his fist into the door. “go home-” you were in the middle of your sentence when he yells back “open the fucking door!”. a part of you knew that you shouldn’t, you knew that opening the door would only cause more problems, and that opening the door would be the end of everything you loved with johnny. *click* and the door swung open to a drunken johnny, leaning his head on his arm over your doorframe. he slowly looks up at you, making eye contact. “what?” he asks. you scoff at him and turn around, “all that bullshit and all you have to say is what?” he follows you into your living room, lazily shutting the front door.

“come on, don’t be like this.” he says, almost begging. “like what?” you respond, knowing that his next words would only anger you further. “like this! emotional but never using your words! you expect too much out of me, how am i supposed to know what you want!” he yells. you stare at him, johnny’s chest rising up and down, faster with each breath as if he ran here. “you know what your problem is johnny?” you question him. “you don’t know how to take accountability for when you fuck up. and all you do is fuck up!” you start walking towards, pointing your finger up towards his face.

“you want me to communicate better? well here! you’re an asshole! i hate when you act like you know everything, especially about me, because guess what! you don’t know shit!” your voice was now higher than it should, not a care in your mind if you wake any of your neighbors. your face is inches closer to johnny’s, close enough to feel his breath. you pressed your finger into his chest with every word, backing him up against the wall. “you don’t care about me, you care about having me around so that i’m there for you whenever you need someon-”

“what the hell are you talking about? of course i care about you!” he cuts you off. “if i didn't care about you would i be here right now?” he questions you. “you’re only here because you know you fucked up not because you care about me. you care that i’m angry at you not because you care about my feelings but because you can’t stand to know that you’re the reason i’m upset and you don’t even know why. you never know why because you’ll do whatever it takes to change my mind, you’ll kiss me, get in my pants, buy me gifts, just so that i won’t be angry at you anymore but you never apologize and you never know what you did. so don’t ever, for a second think, that you care about me. you may have cared about me then but you don’t now. and you haven’t for a while.” tears were pouring down your face, throat sore from yelling, and all johnny could do was look at you. look down at you.

the two of you stand in silence for a few moments before johnny grabs your face and brings you into a kiss. flipping the two of you over so that your back was against the wall. you push him off of you, johnny almost tripping over the coffee table; knocking over your glass of wine. “i don’t get it, we used to be best friends. we did everything together” johnny finally speaks.

“how did we get here? why did you have to text me that? i thought we agreed no strings attached?” you sloppily wipe the tears off your face, mascara smearing, and after a deep breath, you respond. “you don’t treat a “friend” the way you treat me. you’ve said it yourself in the past.” and the memory of that night replays in both of your heads.

the night of your sister’s wedding, at the reception, the two of you were outside in the garden watching the stars. “you know i could probably be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, i already treat you way better than those dickheads and i’m only your best friend” he says and it makes you question what the two of you are. you chuckle, “yeah right, we tried that and we were both too stupid to understand each other outside of our favorite alcohol and sex.” you playfully slap his chest. you were going to look into his eyes when a shooting start catches your eye, “look!” you point towards it. you slap his chest a couple more times excitedly, “make a wish!”. you close your eyes and clasp your hands closed together, like a child making a wish on their birthday before blowing out the candles.

what you didn’t see was that before you essentially rejected his subtle offer to date again, he was looking at you instead of the stars in the sky. now he watches you fondly from behind, smiling and admiring your eagerness to make a wish on the shooting star. you begin to turn around and he quickly shuts his eyes to make it seem like he was wishing upon a star the whole time. you skip towards him and wrap your arms under his, “so what’d you wish for?” you ask. johnny scoffs, “like i’d ever tell you, then it won’t come true” he says while playfully rolling his eyes.

it may seem like he didn’t make a wish in that short time but he wished that the two of you would end up together, spend the rest of your lives together, and grow old together. unfortunately, for johnny, he should’ve known better to wish upon a star.

the memory of that night, under the stars, leaves you in tears again. johnny explains that he’s always wished the two of you ended up together, that even if he said jokingly, he meant it wholeheartedly, but if only you knew that.

“i can’t do this anymore.” johnny breaks the silence. you look up at him and he’s walking towards you. “tell me now, what do you want to do? i know you love me y/n and you know i love you, but if this is going to happen between us we need to…” you cut him off. “no…” your back pressed up against the wall again, noses touching in your close proximity. “we can’t be friends… not when the two of us are like this.” you respond. you feel johnny’s warm breath leave his mouth and for a moment everything was silent and there was a ringing in your ear. only to realize johnny had punched a hole in the wall right beside your head. tears begin to spill out of your eyes, almost uncontrollably. you slide down the wall and hug yourself, at this point your bawling your eyes out. johnny releases his hand from the cavity in the wall he created.

without saying anything… he leaves.

you spend a few more minutes crying before you get up to continue crying in your room. you pass the framed photo of the two of you in the hallway, hastily grabbing it off the wall, sending it crashing behind you into the dark hallway. almost like saying goodbye to the idea of you two.

-present-

your eyes have become glassy, after recalling the moments of last night. you're shaken out of your thoughts when your phone rings. a short one, indicating it’s a text. dreading to know who it may be from, you make your way back to your room. reaching under your bed to grab your phone after you threw it under there.

a text from “big bear” shines bright on your phone: i’ll wait for your love.

if he had sent that text a day earlier he wouldn’t even have to wait for your love, you were ready to give it to him and only him. but after the events of the last few days, maybe the only person you should be giving your love to is yourself.

so for now it’s only me, and maybe that’s all i need…

all writing here is fiction & not in any association with characters mentioned.

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forevamark · 2 years

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you said forever (n. yt)

here it is! the finished work of ‘you said forever’

Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x female Reader (y/n)

Summary: It’s been six years being with Yuta. Things were great until you noticed him changing. He’s become distant and broody, nothing like the man you’ve fallen in love with. Jaehyun tends to comfort you while Yuta tries to ignore the fallen pieces of what used to be love.

Length: 7,700+ words

Tags/Warnings: non idol universe, college au, angst, slow burn, Yuta is a dick, reader is in denial, reader spiraling out of control, substance abuse (alcohol, weed, cigarettes), sexual situations under the influence, ugh such a toxic relationship

Please don’t read if substance abuse is triggering to you!

Minors do not interact!

Author’s Note: This is not intended to romanticize or glamorize substance abuse or toxic behavior in relationships. Do not base your ideals on fictional pieces of work, but on the same note just because it’s fiction doesn’t mean someone hasn’t been through similar situations. If you’re in a toxic relationship (whether it be romantic or not) please get out of the situation and or find security in someone else to confide in. Of all the people in the world, the most important person to love is yourself, take care of yourself first before anyone else. Also if you are struggling with substance abuse please seek resources to help aid your healing journey. If you are not ready to start, it’s okay, one day you will- you aren’t alone. All of this is easier said than done of course, but everything is a process, take things at your own pace.

Also: Lowkey I wrote this while struggling with trying to quit vaping. heavily based on some of my experiences as well as a few other friends who have been going through tough times/ breakups in their respective relationships. Feedback is welcome, but please be kind considering it is based on others’ very real experiences

*All works are fictional and do not reflect how these real people are in real life. Names of real people are meant to be used merely as faces for names, and are in no way meant to portray their real personalities or actions*

***lowkey part 2 not fully proofread by all beta readers

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“Yuta, please,” you whined trying to move from under him to attempt to spark some friction between your warm bodies.

“Just stay fucking still, damn,” he muttered while trying to shove a condom onto himself. You start getting annoyed due to impatience.

“You’ve done this like what? Nothing short of a thousand times why can’t you get it on now?” you rolled your eyes.

“Just shut up, for the love of God, please shut the hell up,” he punches the space on the bed next to your face, not even looking up at you.

“What is your deal?” you yell pushing him off of you and rolling the blanket up to cover your naked body from his wavering eyes. He was breathing heavily, eyes closed while his fists balled, shaking in anger.

“You know what, I don’t want to do this right now. I’m not in the mood,” he stands up looking for his boxers. You scoffed.

“That’s not what you said about five minutes ago bursting into the room demanding that I take my pants off? Need I remind you that YOU started this?”

Maybe it was the mental disconnect between the two of you lately. Maybe it was him not listening to you. Maybe it’s the pent up sexual frustration from months of Yuta not listening or caring about you. It’s not hard to notice how inattentive he’s been lately. He’s constantly bouncing a leg and looking up at a clock to see what time it is when you are with him. The constant secrecy when it came to leaving or checking his phone. The ambushed accusations when you question his actions.

As much as it pained you to say it, this wasn’t the man you fell in love with.

“I just don’t feel in the mood anymore God damn is that such a crime?” He continues looking for his clothes from the floor, refusing to look at your sad eyes.

“You’ve never not been in the mood for me,” you quietly whisper.

“Well maybe you should get off your high horse and remember that my sex drive doesn’t revolve around you,” he finally meets your eyes as he stands before you fully clothed, “I’m going out. I need some air.”

You find yourself unable to move from your spot in bed. The empty feeling of the bed, rather the whole apartment was jarring. You don’t know when this exactly started. Maybe eight months ago? It was around June, after you came back from his best friend’s destination wedding in the Bahamas. The trip was great, it was the time you really started planning out and envisioning your future with Yuta.

You saw an end goal with Yuta. You wanted the grand wedding, the drama from unveiling who out of your friend group would be your bridesmaids, the wedding cake testing, picking out centerpieces for all the tables, deciding where you both should honeymoon.

But you also wanted kids- four to be exact. You want the white picket fence, a family dog, and be the PTA president for your kids’ school. You wanted to grow old together, you wanted to be endlessly in love, forever.

“Do you want to do this one day?” Yuta asked while sitting next to you on the beach. He had one arm around you and the other swirling a bottle of beer taking a sip every now and then.

“Go to the beach? Hell yeah everyday,” you shoot him a gummy drunk smile up at him.

“No silly, I mean like having a big wedding,” he stares off into the sunset.

The wedding reception was still in full swing behind you two.You can hear Johnny’s baritone voice booming over everyone and the speakers yelling the lyrics of a kpop song. You look back for a moment to catch his newlywed wife dancing with her heels in hand and tripping over the train of her dress. Chuckling softly at the sight, you’re exhausted just watching them. It’s a good thing you both decided to take a break from dancing- and the open bar- to sit in the sand.

“Of course who doesn’t,” Yuta looks at you longingly as you continue, “But honestly I don’t really care how grand we celebrate our love,” you look back up at him, “I just want to be with you forever.”

“I’ll always love you, forever,” his eyes flickering down to your lips before meeting yours, “I want forever with you.”

“Really?”

“Forever y/n,” you push him lightly as he continues to admire you, “I’m dead serious. There’s nothing,” he pushed a stray hair away from your face, “nothing, that will ever become between us. You’re stuck with me forever.”

Tears prick your eyes threatening to fall. What had you done to make him feel that repulsed by you? Feeling disgusted by how you were treated, you slowly make your way to the kitchen after dressing yourself. Sighing, you open a bottle of wine and pour a tall glass. Walking over to the living room couch you dig deep into the space between the right cushions. Feeling around you find a small black device. Making your way to the sliding door, you are greeted by the feeling of a light wind. Plopping down on one of the chairs, you kick your legs up on the ledge and take a deep drag.

When you first met Yuta, you were a wild child. A mere high school junior doing anything for attention, whether or not it be good or bad. You would meet your friends behind the football field under the bleachers to smoke cigarettes. The taste would be repulsive but you liked the feeling of nicotine relaxing you.

It would be the new kid, Yuta, who was lost trying to find his class as the tardy bell rang that would collide into you causing everything in your tote, including the pack of cigarettes, to fall out of your bag. He would apologize profusely until he laid eyes on the small red and white box.

“Please don’t tell anyone,” you begged.

“Sure,” he stands up after helping you collect your things, “as long as you let me join you for a quick smoke? I’m pretty anxious right now, it’s my first day here,” You eyed him suspiciously, “Nakamoto Yuta,” he smiles.

“Well Yuta, you’re very lucky my English teacher favors me,” you gave in while taking a quick look around you making sure the coast was clear before taking his arm and tugging it towards the far end of the campus, “let’s make it a quick one, I have questions about the reading.”

You didn’t really know why you agreed to skip, but you shrugged and pulled him along to your regular spot. You stared up at him through your lashes as he lit up the end of your cig.

Your mind screamed at you to not let out a cough. Lungs felt like they were on fire, but the mission to prove yourself as a bad ass was proving to be a difficult task. Your mind tried to focus on anything in your surroundings to avoid the impending hurl that was stuck in your throat.

He was outstandingly handsome. His hair was a deep shade of red, his stature was tall and demanded attention, and wow was he incredibly hot.

“Ya know, this stuff can be really bad for you, princess.”

“Didn’t peg you as the type to judge much,” you bit back, “besides, you're one to talk.”

“I guess I didn’t peg you as the type to want to poison your body with this kind of stuff,” he tilted his head while watching you breathing in the smoke.

Well, maybe because you weren’t one to do this kind of stuff. Unbeknownst to Yuta, the only reason why you had the package in your possession was because you were holding onto the pack of cigarettes for a friend who was getting their locker searched by faculty. No one would ever question goody two shoes you, with something so outlandish. This being your third time actually having a go at smoking, you think you may have had him fooled. Again, you don’t know what compelled you to keep up this façade, you had only met him, but something was alluring and intriguing about Yuta.

Every ounce of common sense screamed at you to run the moment he proposed to finish a pre-rolled joint he was saving for later. But again, you found yourself merely nodding and leaning forward with your lips pressed to the end, struggling to suck in.

Yuta was a big red button with a large sign that said DO NOT PRESS on it, and at that moment you couldn’t read. All you saw was the shiny red button.

“Well, we all have our reasons don’t we.”

Next thing you know, you two were skipping third period everyday to smoke under the bleachers. Hooked on both smoke and the memories to be made with Yuta. You shared your deepest and darkest secrets to your most embarrassing moments. From you opening up about your parents’ divorce to him delving into his reasons for moving to town. He was so mundane yet alluring, every time you looked forward to the next crumb of him you could piece together.

Yuta found you absolutely fascinating in every way, never meeting someone so light as a feather, unaware of their outside bubble. You were untouched by the harsh outside world. You had everything he has ever wanted, the money, status, social life, and a family. As he would listen to you drone for hours about someone wearing the same prom dress as you, it was amusing- it really was your world and he was just lucky to be existing in the same timeline as you.

But for some reason you were envious of his aura, free spirit. His tenacity and relentlessness was refreshing in your small town. He was intimidating yet everything everyone was too scared to be. If someone looked at you too long in the hallways he would scare them away. He carried your bag and walked you to each class. He read your essays and made edits to them, he would even help you study, staying up numerous long nights with you for an exam.

However, out of the long list of reasons to fall in love with Yuta, what you yearned for most was his freedom. You admired how in control he was in his life unlike you, where everyone made their minds up for you. While he fended for himself most of his life, and worked for everything he has owned, you were given everything on a silver platter. Everything was premeditated before you were born, a picture perfect daughter in a picture perfect family. Your private tutor chose your course selections, you took horse riding lessons at a young age, excelled at every talent or skill. Maybe you liked how you would have to go out of your way to impress him. A small smirk of a reaction or a small follow up question during your stories. You liked the challenge that he provided, you loved proving every assumption he had of you wrong. Instead of the never ending competition of who is the best with all your peers, to capture the admiration of someone who didn’t have it like you was addicting. To have Yuta’s approval, his love, would be the most satisfying of them all. And maybe that was the most delicious thing about Yuta, his undivided attention for you. You were the most interesting thing to him, and he loved that.

–

It wasn’t until college, one of your close friends, Lucas, got really sick from smoking cigarettes that you two realized the severity of your addiction and the consequences of long term use. From there, you both decided to quit. Vaping was a short lived trial and error, proving it only easier to get your nicotine fix. There were nights you would wake up in cold sweats, Yuta laying beside you also wide awake unable to subdue his racing mind with the thoughts of wanting to smoke. That’s when you would have late night talks, laughing at memories of your early love, catching each other up on the other’s friend drama, and eventually fall asleep in one another’s arms. It was a process for you both, but it was a commitment you both were ready to make.

Slowly but surely you both just stopped. You were happy being each other’s fill in your respective voids, something nicotine couldn’t quite do anymore.

Then things started changing. You found him being late for dates and birthdays. He started leaving your shared apartment earlier and earlier and returning later and later. There would be some days where you would wake up without him and fall asleep without him next to you. You tried keeping up your end of the relationship, pushing down the feeling of jealousy and overthinking. That is for a while.

At 7:00pm sharp everyday you sat at the dinner table, food perfectly portioned for two. As the minutes tick by on the clock above your head, the steam from the rice mellowed, you would eat your cold meal alone, saran wrapping his plate with a note of how long to heat it up in the microwave.

Eight months ago, when all of this arguing started, you found yourself in front of a smoke shop. You stayed in the car debating back and forth if you would truly be giving up three and a half years of being clean. But things were so hard with Yuta. He was lashing out frequently, wanted to be around you less, and when he was with you he brushed you off or treated you like shit.

It seemed as though Yuta just was no longer your release of dopamine.

Finally deciding to say fuck it, you walk in and buy a vape to cut the edge off of whatever funk Yuta was in and keep your own sanity. You consistently felt guilty never telling him about your relapse but you couldn’t help but feel like he too had his own secrets.

There was this one time that you came home to find him staring blankly at the TV. His hands were gripped around a glass, his eyes refusing to meet yours.

“Where the fuck have you been,” he gruffly asks.

“I told you I went to dinner with my mom,” placing your purse on the counter and walking to the fridge, “did you eat yet?”

“Of course you did,” he scoffed.

“Of course I what?”

“You don’t need to act like I don’t know, I saw you,” he chuckles, “what’s his name?”

“What are you talking about Yuta? Taeil? That’s my brother, you know him? He came to dinner a couple months ago to meet you,” turning to look at him.

“Just admit that you’re jealous of me going out with the guys,” he lulls his head around to look at you, “It’s making you look pathetic.”

“I truly am not.”

You definitely were.

“If you want to meet up with your ex you can,” he sighs standing up and wobbling towards you, “because I definitely met up with Karina last night.”

Your throat tightened at his confession, “well, why did you do that?”

“Because you don’t love me anymore,” his breath fans your face, a wave of soju pinches your nose.

“So... you cheated on me,” you whisper as you try not to cry.

“No I didn’t. But I should have.”

Ouch.

“Then why didn’t you? If you believe that I don’t love you anymore?” you finally asked.

“Because for some reason, some dumb reason…” he trailed while his eyes searched your body, “I still feel something towards you,” in that moment Yuta crumbled. His eyes filled with tears, words stuttered after one another, “why don’t you love me any more?”

“I do love you Yuta I truly do,” you folded upon seeing his broken state, immediately cooing to him as you held him in your arms, “I really was with Taeil,” Yuta sobbed more into your chest, “and thank you for not cheating on me, I still love you.”

He duly nodded into your frame as you stared past him out through the window.

You really hoped deep down he believed you. But it was kind of hard considering they were both lies.

Yuta tried to believe you, with every fiber in his body. But he’’s not dumb, he knew what Jeong Jaehyun looks like. And there’s a burning image of Jaehyun kissing you outside your car at the restaurant.

---

You finished about half of the bottle of wine by the time Yuta came back home.

“Hey.”

“Where did you go?”

“I just came back to grab a bag, staying at Mark’s for a few,” he said without looking at you.

“Oh…okay,” you whispered looking back out into the city.

“I’ll see you in a couple days…I guess…” he shuffled around picking up a packed duffle back from the shoe closet.

So this was something preplanned…

“Be safe, I’m going to head to work,” you wiped the stray tears that managed to escape and hide your vape back in between the cushions before he could see.

“I thought you don’t work on Saturdays?” he asked while tilting his head at you.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t go there. I have friends working right now and I can keep them company.”

“Ahh how is Jisoo?” he smiled.

“She actually stopped working there a couple weeks ago, I told you this the other day,” you muttered while looking for your purse, “just some others you haven't met yet.”

“Oh you mean Jaehyun?” he narrowed his eyes while you visibly stiffened, “I’ve met him a couple times.”

“Yeah he might be there, but I meant like Rose and Lisa,” you snatched a hoodie and walked past him, “see you soon, say hi to Mark for me.”

–

“Wait so back up, he couldn’t get it up for you?” she gasped while holding onto a mop.

“Yes!” you groaned, “I feel so ugly. I just don’t know what I’m doing wrong Lisa…” you grumbled as you sat at the bar of the coffee shop. Lisa standing behind the counter. The place wasn’t that busy besides a few people studying in the corner.

Lisa sighed, “you guys might benefit from some time apart. He is obviously going through something and he isn't man enough to confront you about it so he’s crawling to Mark’s place. And you are too much of a weenie to break up with him.”

“I would never break up with Yuta. I love him too much,” you stated as confidently as you can.

“So why did you kiss Jaehyun the other day hmm?” she leaned in closer, “I’m telling you this because I care about you. You loved him. You don’t love him anymore.”

Deciding to ignore the comment about Jaehyun you responded, “But maybe that’s just because he doesn’t put in the effort anymore, there’s like zero romance right now,” picked at your nails. At this point you're grasping at straws trying to find reasons to stay together. The door chimed as two tall girls walked into the café.

“Whatever you wanna tell yourself,” Lisa replied while straightening up and heading to three register, “but you need to do something because hanging out in your free time at work is really not it y/n.”

This is a mess. All your friends are tired of hearing about the constant push and pull that is you and Yuta’s relationship. You can feel their annoyance as you moan and groan at the same toxic situations that seem to only get worse. You knew they were all right deep down. But it’s been so long with him, are you really ready to let go of such a big part of your life?

“He’s got a big dick,” said one of the girls at the counter.

“Dude shut up we’re in public…” replied the other giggling.

“Wish I could relate sis,” Lisa slid in laughing with the other two girls, “how can I help you?”

“Girl, you are so pretty you won’t be waiting long that’s for sure,” the first one said.

“Aww oh my god you’re so sweet, I’m Lisa nice to meet you and take your order today!” you smiled at your extroverted friend as she posed saluting.

“I’m Ryujin and this is Yeji,” she said, pointing at her friend with the spit dyed hair.

“I love your nails, they're so pretty!” Lisa complimented. The three girls started a complete compliment war going back and forth giggling.

After a few more exchanges Ryujin spoke up, “I like you Lisa, you should come hang out with us tonight! We’re going to the club downtown, Yeji’s boyfriend is a promoter so we can get you on the list no problem,” Lisa glanced over at you as you looked away trying to pretend you weren’t listening in, “Actually, that sounds like fun! But my friend y/n here and I were going to hang out tonight, do you mind if she comes? She’s been going through some relationship troubles.” The two friends looked at your tired and disheveled frame sympathetically.

“Of course you can, we’ve all been there,” Yeji pouted and touched your shoulder.

“No better way to get rid of relationship troubles than to go and remind yourself that being single is way more fun!” Ryujin exclaimed, “Let’s meet up at 10:30? I’ll send you guys the address?” Lisa nodded and exchanged numbers with the girls as you sat anxiously, “See you all later! I better see you both looking hot! Especially you, miss girl,” Ryujin pointed a finger at you with a small smile. You and Lisa waved as they grabbed their drinks and walked out.

“I don’t want to go out,” you whined, “I want my Yuta.”

“Well Yuta wants Mark right now, so we are going out. Let me go clock out; be right back.”`

—

You could hear the music from two blocks away. Girls were hobbling around drunkenly in their tall heels and guys were standing against brick walls cigarettes hanging loose from their fingertips. Your mouth watered at the sight of the smoke, you may have even walked a little slower to just breathe in a little bit of the smoke as you passed by, walking in a daze as you trailed behind Lisa.

“Come on you addict,” she rolled her eyes pulling you along.

“I can’t help it, my feet hurt, these lashes are heavy, my boobs are so high up I can’t see my toes, and this dress is riding up my ass,” you pulled at the ends lower, “Haven’t been this dressed up since senior prom, I don’t know how I used to live like this.”

“I kinda miss her,” Lisa softly smiled.

“Hey girls over here!” You saw Ryujin and Yeji waving at you from across the street. Lisa locked hands with you as you both crossed the busy street hurriedly.

“Let’s go have fun,” Ryujin yelled as she roped her arm in yours and headed inside.

–

This is actually really fun. It’s been years since you and Yuta went out clubbing since he tends to get jealous easily. Well that is used to get jealous easily. The music was thumping and you were a few too many shots in too deep. You were swaying with the girls, hair flying everywhere, your feet were burning, but you didn’t even care. There was a surge of confidence that filled you that you haven't felt in a while. You felt absolutely sexy and it wasn’t because of Yuta or doing yourself up for Yuta it was because of you. You felt the eyes of many on your body as you rolled your hips to the beat, hands running through your hair and mouthing the words to songs.

“Yo fuck your boyfriend!” Yeji yelled over the music to you, “You’re hot! He’s missing out!”

“You know what? I am hot!” you laughed dancing with her, “let’s go get a drink.”

You both made your way to the bar, Lisa dancing with a cute guy, and Ryujin nowhere to be seen.

“She’s probably with that guy she matched with on Tinder,” Yeji slurred as her words answered your thoughts.

“Okay!” you both took three more shots back to back, thanks to your two new acquaintances who bought them for you two, “don’t you have a boyfriend?” you wide eyed Yeji as she laughed a little too loudly at whatever his name said to her.

“Yeah, he doesn’t mind as long as I get my drinks and don’t do anything with them,” she shrugged.

“Get your bag I guess.” Your vision was getting blurrier and the room was spinning a little bit more, signaling that it’s maybe time to stop drinking soon. Even as you stood at the bar covered in sweat and curls that fell out hours ago, you could still feel someone’s eyes on you. Looking around, people were dancing together, some couples flushed against the wall making out, others celebrating birthdays on the top floor.

“I think that guy really wants you,” Yeji said into your ear, “he’s staring at you like you're naked,” she nodded to the left of the VIP section. That’s when your eyes met his, his expression unreadable. Surprised with a bit of confusion, maybe even a hint of… anger? His hands gripped his drink as the other rested between his spread legs, looking down at you like a predator stalking his prey. Your stare mirrored him, wondering if this is the reason he’s been blowing you off for the past few months. “He’s hot, you should talk to him, get your mind off that ‘needs to be your ex boyfriend’ of yours.”

“Let’s take another shot first,” you breathed out, Yuta clouding your mind.

“Maybe you should slow down y/n,” a voice from behind you chuckled before holding your waist to have you turn towards him.

“Oop, even better…” Yeji whispered while staring at him.

“Jaehyun,” you whispered before clearing your throat, “what are you doing here?”

He smiled, “I should be asking you the same thing y/n, I’ve been trying to convince you to come out to the club with me for weeks now.” Your eyes panicked and shot past him back towards where Yuta sat above, but alas he was gone.

“Well I guess the girls finally convinced me to come out tonight,” you shifted from one foot to the other.

“Your feet hurt?” you nodded sheepishly.

“Let’s go sit down for a second,” he held your hand, “can I get some water?” he shouted to the bartender who nodded. Jaehyun led you to a more secluded part of the club to a small table next to the bathrooms. He slid himself in next to you as you massaged your feet and grimaced at the girl pushing her way into the ladies' room to probably spill her guts.

“Now, you wanna tell me the real reason that you’re here?” he leaned in, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear then slung an arm around you on the seat.

“I told you, Lisa made me come out tonight with a couple girls we met at work.”

“You know what I’m really trying to ask y/n, don’t make me say it,”

“Say it,” you said looking at him, “you have so many questions, but not much variance coming out.”

“Did you,” he leaned in, “break up with him.”

It was silent for a while between you two. The club’s bass continued to shake the table lightly as you swirled the ice in your cup.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

Jaehyun scoffed, “it’s a yes or no answer y/n.” When you didn't answer, he sighed, pursed his lips and pushed down the frustration that he had pent up, “I’m going to take that as a no.” You looked away from him watching Yeji grind on a guy as he smiled at her deeply, “are we going to talk about the other day?”

“No.”

“Y/n I’m sorry-”

“I’m in a committed relationship, you can’t do that. I thought when you asked me to dinner you meant as friends. I thought others would be there. Then you kissed me? What did you want me to do? I was already lying to Yuta by saying I was out with my brother because he doesn’t like me alone with you. I abused his trust,” you speedily said.

“I know and I realize it was my mistake, I misread the signs. You just deserve a lot better. I know it’s weird for me to butt into your relationship but I see how he treats you. I fully take responsibility, I’ll talk to Yuta if you need me to,”

“There were no signs to read at all in the first place,” you huffed, “doesn’t even matter though we’re not really talking right now.”

“He did something, I know he did,” your silence spoke volumes, “what did that fucker do this time, I swear I’m going to-”

“What are you exactly going to do Jaehyun?” you heard from above you. Finally lifting your head from the ground you made eye contact with the man of the hour, Yuta.

“Oh look who decided to finally show up after his girlfriend has been here for hours!” Jaehyun smiled sarcastically.

“Look who is making another sleazy move at my girlfriend!” Yuta exclaimed, narrowing his eyes.”

“Yuta, calm down, we were just talking, he was apologizing-” he stood between the two of them.

“No you don’t get to talk,” Yuta flared, “I knew it. I knew what I saw. You were cheating on me with him!” he screamed while pointing between the two of you.

“No, Yuta I didn’t cheat on you-”

“I saw you kiss him y/n!” he screamed in your face. You have never seen him this mad. Tears pooled your eyes, your voice failing you as you made grabby hands at Yuta.

“Don’t touch me bitch!” He pushed you lightly.

“Woah what the fuck dude don’t put your hands on her,” Jaehyun stood up scooting you behind him.

“Oh so now you’re her protector?” Yuta scoffed. Just as Jaehyun was about to throw his balled fist into Yuta’s face, you heard a voice from behind Yuta.

“Oh my god y/n!” you saw Ryujin wobbly running towards you from the bathroom with Yeji, Yeji’s boyfriend, and Lisa closely following behind. Confusion ran across everyone's faces as Ryujin clung to Yuta’s side. Yuta visibly gulped, arm going up to scratch the back of his neck not looking up, “I didn’t know you guys knew each other!”

“I’m sorry, who the fuck are you?” Jaehyun asked.

“Sorry,” Ryujin hiccupped, “This is the guy who I came with tonight, y/n! We met through Yeji’s boyfriend, Ten, a couple months ago, because Ten is all of our plugs. So he introduced me to Yuta! Isn’t that so fun!” she giggled while snuggling into his side deeper.

You expected to be a lot more hurt upon realization of the identity of Yuta’s other girl. But oddly enough, you were numb. In a way, kind of freeing? Like all of the speculation, intrusive thoughts, and days spent overthinking, your intuition was right.

“Y/n…” Lisa started while pulling you away, “I think we should go.”

“Wait…” Yeji whispered, “big dick guy… is y/n’s shitty ex boyfriend?” Ryujin’s eyes widened.

“Baby you said that I was yours, I know we’re not official but you said forever,” she took a step back examining him.

You couldn’t help but let out the most obnoxious laugh surprising everyone. Everyone just watching you as you casually went crazy laughing so hard your stomach hurt.

“Don’t worry Ryujin, he just…” you paused waiting for him to look you in the eyes, “says stuff he doesn’t mean.” Yuta finally snapped out of his trance and tried to reach out to you.

“I don’t think so,” Jaehyun firmly said, pulling you again, “I’ll take you home, y/n.”

“Like hell you won’t!” Yuta screamed trying to push his way to you, “baby I’m sorry, let me explain!”

“Jae,” you calmly said looking up at him, “can I stay at yours? I’m in the process of moving out.”

He smiled down at you, “of course you can.” You, Lisa, and Jaehyun left the club and into an uber. Exhaustion sets in as you stare out of the moving vehicle. Suddenly the realization sets in and the façade of a confident woman doing what's right for her- just crumbles. The tears fell into your lap, snot coming out, mascara running. All those days you spent hurting your back leaning over a pot in the kitchen to make his favorite comfort food, all the lingerie with tags still on them sitting in a drawer, you’ve spent months trying to convince your parents to fund a trip to Japan for you both so he could see his family. All this time, just for him to be seeking other women.

He never really was yours.

–

“Y/n you got to get out of bed, you have to go get your stuff from the apartment today,” Jaehyun whispered to you.

“I don’t wanna,” you muttered.

“I made you breakfast,” he sang aloud in an attempt to bribe.

“Okay I’m up!” you made grabby hands towards the plate in his hand.

“You ready? Did you tell him you’re coming over?”

“Nope. It’s still technically my apartment, I don’t need to announce I’m coming over. I don’t want him to have time to clean up or kick his latest girl out of the place. I wanna see how bad he’s doing without me.” You sighed.

“Oh he is for sure in shambles without you,” Jaehyun said while placing a small kiss on your forehead.

—

So, here you stand. In front of your old apartment, key in hand, trying to muster up the courage to open the door.

It’s now or never.

After a deep breath, you were ready to face the messiest apartment and a faint smell of old pizza, but instead you smelled… mahogany apple? And a spotless apartment?

Did that bitch really need a week to move on from me that fast and have someone else move in?

You slammed the door, kicked off your shoes and dropped your bag on the table, huffing loudly.

He really had to use your favorite candle too? How shameless can he be?

You heard quick thumps getting closer and a tired Yuta appeared with a baseball bat in his arms screaming. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. He dyed his hair red, just like how it was in high school and he was sporting a faint mustache and sweatpants.

This really threw a wrench into the plan. You expected him to be a mess, living like a slob, and grieving the loss of you. But why was he doing good? How dare he have that luxury? He looked great, he looked like the man you fell in love with.

“Y/n,” he breathed out wondrously, “is that really you?”

You nodded, “Hi Yuta.”

“Baby I missed you, I’m sorry I didn’t realize what I had until recently. I just got scared of us moving towards-”

“Yuta,” you interrupted him.

“Yes, sorry.”

“I came to collect my things.”

“Baby,” his face fell, “please don’t leave me.”

“You don’t deserve me,” you repeated the line that Lisa made you repeat in the mirror everyday for this very moment.

“You’re right I don't,” he dropped to his knees begging for your forgiveness.

“I’ll never lie to you again, please just hear me out, before you walk out forever.”

You contemplated, you knew you wouldn’t be able to move on if you didn’t at least know his reasoning, so you nodded, “Please do tell me why I wasted six years of my life with you.”

“Okay I deserve that, please do sit,” you took notice in the way that he really cleaned the place up.

His eyes followed your trail around the apartment, “I thought I’d take the liberty of tidying up just in case you came back, I wanted to prove to you that I’m serious.”

“Congrats. You cleaned up YOUR living space.”

“Ours,” he corrected.

“Was,” you lazily said, trying to not focus on how he sat too much. Your judgment being clouded by rage lust.

Yuta began to explain himself. His spiral started after the wedding a couple months ago because after the talk you two had he realized just how insecure he was in your relationship. The talks of having kids, so many picture perfect moments for a picture perfect family.

“And somewhere down the line I realized I couldn’t provide any of that for you, y/n.”

“What are you talking about, we were doing just fine, not great for our age, much better than most of our graduating class from high school. We live in the city, we-”

Yuta cut you off, “We lived so nice because of your parents y/n.”

“What do you mean? We both got jobs to live as nice as we do, we worked hard-”

“No, your dad worked hard.”

“We paid for this place on our own?”

“Your parents allowed me to live with you as long as it was a nice place with nice amenities, nothing less than perfect for their perfect girl,” he leaned in, “so pray tell baby girl, how does a tattoo artist and a café barista make enough to live in a penthouse apartment in California?”

Kind of stunned you never really realized how much this place cost. When you were apartment hunting you never bat an eye at the rent, just envisioning the life you were going to live with Yuta.

“I went to ask for your parents permission to marry you, but they said that when you marry, you won’t be financially covered by them, as it’s a ‘man’s’ job to provide. Princess, let’s face it, I ruined the life you were always meant to have.”

“I- I still don’t understand how this is your fault? How does this lead to you cheating on me?” you asked, mind boggled by the new information.

“I knew, your parents knew too, that I would never be able to give you what you need in life. They reminded me of that. Reminded me how I made you get in trouble senior year, almost preventing you from getting into Stanford. Reminded me that after a year in Stanford I convinced you to drop out. I convinced you to move in with me. I convinced you to start smoking. I convinced you that you were in love with me. I convinced you that we could actually live our fairy tale fantasy forever.”

“I consciously made those decisions myself,” you said.

“But I was the catalyst. And I guess I got so angry at myself that I thought if I made you fall out of love with me, you’d break up with me, because I could never break up with you,” he paused to grab a bottle of water, offering one to you as well before leaning against the kitchen counter, “I loved you so much that i pushed you away. I need you to have the good life you were always meant to have.” At that point you were both crying in separate parts of the room just in your own thoughts.

“Is that all?” you asked.

“Yes, that's everything?” You didn’t even notice him kneeling in front of you, “I need you to go, to live your life without me, but before you go I need you to know I loved you and only you. Can I kiss you one last time?”

You stared into his eyes, the lust taking over and toppling on him in an instant. Lips and tongues fighting for dominance from the loss of romance the past couple of months. Rips of pain, longing, anguish, and a burnt love poured into your moment. Yuta’s hands searched your body, hands molded perfectly to your figure grasping at your clothing for the last time. Your hands were busy pulling at his red hair as he flipped you two over.

Small tears leaking out your eyes as you remembered the same boy who ran into you in high school. The boy you did everything to impress, to catch his attention for just one more day. Little did you know Yuta was thinking of the small little miss perfect from high school who he knew didn’t know how to use a lighter but tried to flick it anyways. How completely enamored he was with her that he stupidly asked her to smoke her cigarettes even though he never had one, only joints. He just thought he would be more interesting as a bad boy rather than just a pothead. Even back then he knew you were too good for him.

“I’m so sorry I loved you,” he whimpered as he rutted against you breathing deeply just for a chance to be closer to you for one more moment, “I’m sorry you loved me.”

Something in the moment snapped, right about the moment you were about to give in and rip the rest of his clothes off and swallow your pride and resentment for everything the past few months. That’s when you felt something sharp poke your thigh alerting your eyes open watching your reflections tangled on the floor, breathless. As he pressed his hips forward into you once more you knew. You knew that feeling anywhere.

“Was that everything, Yuta?” you whispered.

“Yes I swear,” he said untying his sweats, but you placed a hand over him, halting him.

He looked back at you confused before you silently moved your hands to his pocket pulling out a small familiar box of cigarettes, “are you sure?” you whispered eyes unwavering.

His eyes searched yours filled with defeat before his face fell., “I’m sorry.” You sighed and hugged him once more, knowing that this was really the end.

“I know, I caved too,” you reached behind you and into the cushions to pull out your black device, “I guess we both just knew deep down.”

Yuta laced his hands with yours, “It’s okay, I forgive you, we will grow from this," he said as you held his face in the palms of your hands.

“No Yuta,” you said, your thumb caressing his cheek with a soft bittersweet smile, “we won’t.”

“I’m willing to do-”

“No,” you stated, wiping the last of your tears, “we are done Yuta. You really had me there for a second ya know...” You walked to the mirror taking one of his cigarettes and the kitchen lighter to stick the damn thing in your mouth, “I really was eating it up too, you’re a really good liar.”

“I-I don’t know what you mean baby,” he stood up slowly.

“Ryujin is a nice girl,” you said while pulling in a long drag, “has really pretty nails too.”

“What does that have to do-” he shook his head.

“I think they were almond shaped? Blue and white, really cute combo too,” you stared off for a moment just letting it all sink in.

“I don’t know what you’re implying-”

“I think we have some icy hot in the bathroom,” you looked at him through the smoke as he too reached for a cigarette mirroring your actions, “it might help the ache on your back. Those scratches look painful,” you said in his face, “crazy how you can pull so much out of your ass when you’re on the spot Yuta. But tell me one thing, just how many girls can you promise forever to?”

Yuta leaned over the sink, shoulders hunched, defeated.

“I want you to move out by tomorrow morning,” you sighed before taking another out of his pack of cigs and heading to the porch, “Jaehyun will be moving in, I think he might really love me.”

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And that’s it! lowkey this hurt to write LOL, again my friends I are going through it rn :( so this was a mix of all our gaslighting boys did to us :D

I had an alt ending to this plus a bonus addition if that is wanted to be shared as well, just lmk.

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yutafrita · 1 year

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To Pierce the White Eye- TEASER

Psychic!Jaemin x reader (She/her)

Preview / One / Two / Three / Four / Fin.

Genre: Fantasy, supernatural, angst, soulmates

This is an alternate timeline from my work Under the Blue Flames. This can be read independently of UBF.

General Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence and blood, swearing, mentions of deceased family

Est. Work Word Count: 40K

Summary: You don’t think you can ever get used to the double life you and your adopted family lead. By day, you and your brother Mark attend Knight’s Cross College, but at night, you trade in your textbooks and index cards for holy water and a wooden stake to attend the Knight’s Cross College’s night class. Your classmates? The Mythics - beings most humans believed were things of fiction. Meanwhile, Na Jaemin is one of the last psychics left in the world and has been tasked with one thing by his family- make sure the Na prophecy gets fulfilled. However, the future can change at any moment, and you’re about to learn just how fragile the mythic world really is.

Check out the preview HERE!

Inspired by Blue Exorcist, Vampire Knight, and The Devil’s Line.

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hyunnieshannie · 11 months

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Let Me Use You

🖤: Felix x Taeyong 🖊️: 1,470 🚨: strong language, just porn, plot if you squint. A/N: This is not something we usually write but are starting to venture into, please let us know what you think! Tag list, please let us know if you would like to continue being tagged in work like this, if not we will open a seperate tag list for these kinds of fics!! Thank you <3

Prompt: The Masculine urge to ride a guy until he's begging me to stop because it's too much for him, softly kissing his face to shush him because I'm not finished using him yet

“CUT! Good job guys, we'll use this last take.”

Taeyong and Felix both bowed to the media intern after they finished recording their S-Class and Bounce challenges for TikTok. Felix eyed Taeyong up and down, admiring the tattoos that peeked out from underneath his clothing.

He noticed while recording the challenge that Tae’s shirt shifted ever so slightly, giving him a slight glimpse of his nipple - so pink, so small, so tease-able. Felix couldn’t help but drool at the desire that was building inside of his pants him.

“Hey, good job during the filming, you looked great!” Felix complimented Taeyong, a blush quickly creeping across the other's face.

“Ah, thank you. You did too. Looked great, I mean- you did a good job. I mean you looked great too- obviously. But uh, yeah.” Taeyong nervously responded, stuttering over his words as he rubbed the back of his neck, attempting to hide his face with the brim of his hat. The smirk that adorned Felix’s face only deepened upon hearing his response.

“I wanted to give you my number, for personal matters,” Felix spoke calmly and softly, not wanting the staff around them to hear him.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I’d really, really like that,” Taeyong whispered back as he handed Felix his phone.

The younger entered his phone number into the phone, sending himself a quick text to easily add the new contact to his own.

Felix’s greed is rearing its head, he wants a quickie so badly and Taeyong is giving him all the signs that he’s interested. Might as well test the waters.

“So, are you in your own dressing room?” Felix asks quietly, whispering the question directly into Taeyongs ear, noting how the older shivers slightly as the breath fans over his skin.

“Y-yes, I am,” Taeyong stutters again, his blush too dark to hide from Felix. Felix smirks and leans in closer to him.

“How about you and I have a little alone time, hmm?” Felix asks in his deep voice, the shiver that runs down Taeyong’s spine must’ve been noticeable to everyone else who may have been watching the two interact. “Why don’t you show me what this dressing room looks like?” It took Taeyong a moment to fully understand what the younger one was saying, looking at him with a confused expression for a split second, before his face began to heat up with a noticeable blush.

“Yes, yes. O-of course. Follow me.” Taeyong brings the brim of his hat further down his face, attempting to hide his blush from everyone around them. Felix tells his manager that he’ll be heading to Taeyong’s dressing room to catch up and chat and to leave the two of them alone, reluctantly his manager agrees, letting him know when he’d need to be back on stage, before leaving with the rest of Felix’s group to their fitting rooms.

Once they reach the room, Taeyong asks his staff to leave so the two of them could have some privacy. This isn’t an unheard of event, many idols will request this when they want to speak openly and freely with their friends. So thankfully, the staff are none the wiser about what Felix is planning to do with their precious idol.

The last staff member leaves the room and Taeyong closes and locks the door behind them. Finally leaving the two of them alone. Felix slowly makes his way over to Taeyong, pulling at his wrist and bringing him to sit next to him on the couch in the back corner of the room. Taeyong’s heart is beating crazily. He feels like his heart is in his throat and his dick is throbbing painfully at the pure imagination of what Felix is about to do with him.

Felix begins peppering soft kisses across Taeyong’s neck, the light flutter of his lips against Taeyong’s skin immediately making him thrust his hips upward for some contact. Taeyong moans as Felix sucks lightly at the skin previously covered by his shirt. Felix pulls away from Taeyong and lifts the older’s shirt up and over his head quickly diving back in and latching his lips to one of Tae’s nipples.

“Ah-ahh, fuck,” Taeyong moans breathily, being careful not to thread his fingers in Felix’s hair to ruin the stylist's work. Instead, he opts to grab Felix’s forearm and squeeze it harshly. Felix continues to suck on Tae’s skin, loving the moans and breathy whines that leave the older one's lips. “Ahhh, mmmph. Felix, p-please.”

Felix smirks and lifts himself from Tae’s abused chest. He leans in and plants a delicate kiss on Taeyong’s lips, stopping the breathy moan from escaping into the empty room. “Shhh, baby I’m not done with you yet.”

“B-but, the live. The winners- AH- the winners will be announced.” Taeyong tries to explain while Felix has latched his lips back to Taeyong’s nipples, biting and sucking the skin harshly. “F-Felix, we only have- mmm- 10 min-minutes.”

“That’s ok, I can work with that. Besides, I haven’t finished using you yet.” Felix smirks at the older as he places another gentle kiss on his lips. Felix is quick to remove his and Taeyong’s pants, just enough to get the job done.

Felix lines Taeyong’s cock up to his waiting hole and slowly sinks down.

“AHH! Felix, you’re so- ahh- so tight.” Taeyong moans as he places his hands on Felix’s waist. Felix moves up and down on Tae’s length, ripping sinful moans from the older’s throat.

“Fuck, you sound so good, moaning for me, for my hole.” Felix teases. “Have you been thinking about this for a long time?”

“Fuck, fuck yes. Fucking- fuck yes. Wanted this. Want you, please Yongbokie, please,” Taeyong whines as he bucks his hips up to meet Felix’s downward pulses.

Felix wishes that he could mark Taeyong up, but considering they’re in public and about to go live, that is going to have to wait for another time. Oh, that sounds good. Another time. Felix feels excited all over again thinking about the possibility of more. Felix picks up his pace, riding himself on Taeyong’s length in aggressively deep but quick movements.

“Fuck, feel so good, so deep,” Felix smiles down at Taeyong, admiring the fucked-out look on the older’s face. The grip Taeyong has on Felix’s hips tightens at the praise.

“You feel so good, Yongbokah, so good. Not gonna- nnah- not gonna last, please. Please Yongbokie, please,” Taeyong begs as he leans his head back, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“You can wait-” Felix pants,

“Nnhh, can-can’t Yongbok, you f-feel so good.”

“I’m almost there, just wait for a little- AH!- longer,” Felix moans at a particularly harsh thrust up from Taeyong. Felix picks up his pace again, the movements not as strong or harsh as before but the pace making the stretch delicious. Felix reaches down and begins to toy with Taeyong’s forgotten nipples.

“AHHH!” Taeyong yelps at the contact, his dick twitching within Felix’s velvet walls.

“Oh there you go, keep doing that,” Felix praises once again.

Taeyong begins to meet Felix’s downward movements with harsh upward thrusts, hands wrapping around Felix’s hips in a bruising grip.

“I-I’m not gonna, not gonna last,” Taeyong moans as he pulls Felix’s body down and closer to his own, smelling the hairspray within Felix’s blue locs.

“It’s ok, you can cum baby,” Felix whispers darkly into Taeyong’s ear. The words and the deep tone that Felix spoke in was enough to send Taeyong over the edge.

“Fffffuck, ah! Felix, nnnnff!” Taeyong moans into Felix’s neck, revelling in the immense pleasure that washes over his skin. He thrusts harshly, releasing into Felix’s tight hole.

“Ahhhhh, fuck,” Felix whines in a high-pitched tone, throwing his head back at feeling so full. “Fuck, Yongie, fuck.” Felix rolls his hips and guides Taeyong’s hand to Felix’s hard leaking cock that’s been sitting untouched between the two of them. “Touch me,” Felix demands. Taeyong is quick to accept the order and wraps his hand around Felix’s cock and pumps the length in time with Felix’s movements. Felix’s voice goes up in octave at his impending orgasm. “Ah, AH, AHHH!” Felix yells as he releases his load into Taeyong’s hand, slowing his movements to a stop on top of Taeyong.

There’s a knock at the door that pulls the idols out of their post-orgasm haze.

“Live in 2 minutes, Felix needs to head back to his group,” someone yells from beyond the door.

Felix quickly gets up from Taeyong’s lap and pulls his pants back into place before heading towards the door.

“This was fun. Call me to let me use you again?” Felix asks as he watches Taeyong slowly get up and fix his own clothing.

“Anytime.” Taeyong responds with a small smile on his lips.

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06hee · 2 years

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the little things

male idol of your choice x female!reader | fluff and fluff only | a/n: i think of jake when i read this :’) lmk!!

he adores the way you walk into the classroom in the morning, eyes droopy with a slouch to your posture and the way you plop into your chair. your head comfortably laying in the pillow you make yourself with your arms as the teacher begins taking attendance.

he admires the pop in your walk, the way you present yourself with confidence even on the days that were lasting longer than others, and the way your little legs just tend to get you places faster than anyone else.

he always appreciates the little things. like the way your baby hairs stick out the bun sitting atop your head, the way your leg bounces when class starts getting longer by the second, or when your highlight shines a little brighter than normal, spotlighting your already beautiful face and making him attracted to you more.

he notices how a new color of paint adorns your fingernails everyday from having art class the hour before, and how they stay hidden behind the sleeves of your oversized hoodie. he wishes he could be the one to hold your hand to make them warm instead.

he loves the way you scrunch your nose when you’re confused in class, the way your eyebrows furrow and lips pucker with focus. you always get the highest grades and teachers love you, who wouldn’t though.

his favorite moment was when he walked into class and found you sitting in the desk right beside his, doodling on a random page as you chew on the last piece of gum left in your pack.

he replays the moment you looked up at him with the warmest smile and welcomed him like you’ve sat together forever.

he finds out that you enjoy doodling, but on his paper the most. on the top left corner you’ll never find the same drawing twice, and he always looks forward to the suspension of a new post it note of art to add to his collection later that day.

he discovers that you’re currently working on a relief print in art, a piece that has you continuously dipping into jars of color, and the constant washing of ink never leaves you with clean hands at the end of the hour. you promised him a copy of his own once you were finished with the unit. let’s just say he was geeking when he went home with a new piece to add to his already filled wall.

he learns that you used to play basketball, and although you quit you’ve gone to every one of his games so far this season. you snickered a little when he spotted you at his most recent game. he doesn’t know that he’s the reason why you’ve been to every single one.

he finds out he enjoys your laugh, the way your head tilts and your body flails into his, hands clapping with delight and the way your baby hairs frame your face so perfectly. he likes tucking them behind your ears to get a better look at how gorgeous your eyes are.

he loves that now he’s the one you make eye contact with across the room when you know the teacher is explaining something wrong. he finds it so endearing that you’re comfortable enough to just look at him and can read minds.

and he loves being the one to comfort your impatience when your leg bounces in class, the way you look over and take a deep breath thanks to him. it’s your favorite when he leaves his hand there a little longer, and the warmth of his skin makes your body relax to focus. he likes knowing he calms you down.

he loves how you wait for him after classes, and the way you walk at a speed fair enough for him to keep up, although you desire to get places earlier than later.

he loves how you run into his arms after a win, the way you never care if he’s all sweaty and sticky, how you automatically know which fingers to tape up and where before games, and how you always know what to say after a rare loss.

he’s so entirely grateful for you and adores every single thing you do. the things you say, the way you tap your fingers to a beat of a song or the way you hold hands with your little cousins and nieces and nephews, how their little fingers find home wrapped around your pinky and the smiles never leave their faces when you arrive.

the fact that you’ve never been in a relationship before surprises him the most. he wonders how such a charming, kindhearted, and overly energetic person like you could have never possibly been asked out before.

but he’s so glad that he gets to be the first.

so when he asked you to be his girlfriend,

he watched the way you dropped your chin and smiled the biggest, most breathtaking smile he’s ever seen. he watched as your cheeks turned to cherries and the way your eyes glittered when you looked into his.

that way when he gently cupped your face, and brought his lips to yours,

he knew the little things meant the world to you too.

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moonhoures · 10 months

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i lowkey wanna write a lil smutty one shot inspired by soul eater but idk who to write it about 🧍🏻‍♀️

#my initial thought was sunghoon but i’ve already written 2 fics abt him and i kinda wanna do someone else #also if anyone else is a soul eater fan pls hit me up #i fucking love it 😭#moon’s post #txt smut #enhypen smut #skz smut #stray kids smut #nct smut #ateez smut

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i-see-you-now-you-see-me · 1 year

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ETALOC Children

Pairing: Wayv WinWin (Dong Sicheng) x Reader (Y/N)

About: Somehow idiots to lovers in the DYVLONY universe

Word count: somewhat 8k

Warnings: Descriptions of murder, smutty sex scene with not that much filth, slight yandere tendencies on Sicheng’s side, 18+ would be advised, read at your own risk.

This is a work of fiction, and has nothing to do with people in real life.

Also, Wayv new video gave me feels...

*10043567901; 1102033149001, Planet DYVLONY*

Dong Sicheng hated everyone, more so when the festive season would arrive. He disliked everything and told that with no shame. Since humans arrived on DYVLONY, Sicheng had been working on nanotechnology, for a reason.. and one reason only.

If humans come to his planet to cause harm- with the help of his tech, un-arm humans of any powers they might have and to make sure, none of them would even think about fighting against DYVLONY force.

Sicheng’s hate grew into something more menacing. Slowly, painfully, his hate harmed his soul so deep, that all he wanted was to have a human himself, so he could plant a microchip, and see if it works. Turning around he places the chip onto the data overwriting plate. Excellent. To make someone obedient, to make them with the qualities YOU need to lose one’s own self and become someone who you are not. The qualities would include… the qualities of a robot, maybe housewife, maybe to cook and clean, maybe to be a lover… Easy tasks like- do not talk back, do as you are told, don’t speak unless spoken to etc.

Someone who would have this type of tech planted in their bodies would be soulless/mindless only following orders of their master. Sicheng’s perfect dream.

-I am shutting it down, - detective Ten said to his longtime friend. – I am sure humans are harmless, we will however, send them into families and members of the high society club, for them to be safe on our planet, to make sure they fit in in no time, make them part of us.

-What about the threat they propose?

-What are you on about? - Ten shook his head, it was getting harder and harder to convince Sicheng, - where have you gotten this information from? Has anyone told you this? They are not a threat, WinWin, they are only women, and I intend to keep them safe.

Sicheng shut his mouth. His source was someone from High court; he had to keep his gob shut. Technically he could get anyone on his side, money speaks actions more than words, and WinWin Enterprises could afford any fool they wanted.

Sicheng was a genius, his mind set skills were terrifying, and he supposed that’s one of the reasons, why people leave him. They are scared.

-I am sorry, Ten, but I don’t trust them…

Later on, he sat in a chair, looking at his computer screen. Photos of females from a different planet they called Earth, ugly, make up running down their faces, disheveled hair and clothes. Humans? Who would want these creatures? On the table was a folder that consisted of photos of all the humans that are now roaming this world. He was sure, he’ll get one, soon, very soon.

-Trust, - pastor Kun started his Sunday mass, - the one thing we can and cannot live without. To trust someone is to believe, to feel safe, to feel welcomed… to feel loved. I am coming today to you with a simple question. Why don’t we trust people?

Sicheng sat down in the corner further away from everyone. Trust, eh? Ridiculous. Looking around the church he noticed Ten and his partner, heck, even pastor Kun had his girl, well, his woman, in the front row. Magistrate Xiao and Anna were there too. Sicheng felt a pang in his chest, for some reason he felt it is wrong to be together with someone who is a different race, yet he knew that detective Ten is a half-breed. They were friends. They are friends.

-Trust is developed between two…. Or more people and it starts with sharing. Talking about your concerns, talking about the things that make you- who you are. A lot of times we don’t need to share a speech between us to know we trust each other. Even the smallest glance shared between us could be a sign of trust.

Sicheng would not know such a thing. Cooped up in his anger about people, how they can misguide you and hurt you, it far easier with machines that only serve a purpose of doing what they are told. Technology at its finest, people can never beat that.

WinWin’s mind went back to the first day, he found out about the alien ship crash on the GYPE beach. At that exact time, him and his team were working on a tech, to help “tame” the criminals on his planet. If, in case, the government would not approve, there is always the dark market.

Human or DYVLONY, once planted, the chip could work on anyone. He knew the dark market would have much use to it, if he would sell, the money he would make, probably could make more than his entire company in a year. There are greedy buyers who would use this for their own good, and there are buyers/criminals who would waste it on someone they just want to control “for fun”.

-What we must understand is that we build trust the same way we build a home, start a family. The basics that serve as a beginning for every friendship. The foundation to our whole existence. Let’s not be scared of each other and put our hearts into making things better, let’s …

For some unknown reason, Sicheng seemed to sink further back in his seat, his memories coming back of everything he had done to be where he is now. Like his “father” once said “Be someone who they trust, be smart, be indestructible”.

- With that I finish today’s mass, thank you all for coming, - pastor Kun woke Sicheng up from his daydream, and he quietly disappeared through the door, before being noticed.

Dong Sicheng was walking through the door, a single microchip in his briefcase labeled “WinWin Enterprises”. He is going to do business with the high court for a situation, in case things go south, or any of DYVLONY or humans, deserve a severe punishment, to serve justice.

In the middle of the floor, where the tiles and symbol of the court “HIGH COURT – FREEDOM&RIGHTEOUSNESS” stood proud, for some reason was happening something that Sicheng couldn’t believe.

One of the “owners” of humans, was going down fast in what looked like a seizure. When others surrounded the place, Sicheng made eye contact with someone. He looked in front and for the first time, he didn’t care about the races or ethnicity of people, he looked in front and noticed YOU. Your body shaking, tear stained puffy cheeks, Sicheng could have sworn, he’s not seen anything so horrid in a while. Sadness really does ruin someone’s looks. Absolutely despicable.

-Call the ambulance!!! – Xiao shouted.

Here he was, the man of the hour. Magistrate Xiao was there to save the day. He was the front man of DYVLONY’s human help team, he was the main person to speak to, but when WinWin had wanted to have a human, to “give home to”, Xiao had politely declined.

Little did Xiao knew, that in the span of five minutes, he won’t have a choice… but to ask Sicheng for help.

The human looked terrific. Now she was sobbing into Xiao’s chest, and Sicheng was dying on the inside. He didn’t believe, that he would ever let someone cry on his chest/shoulders like that. It was not something he would allow. But also, maybe he himself was a bit scared of not knowing what to do in a situation when someone cries, and maybe he wasn’t that hateful after all.

Xiao Dejun looked around, when Mrs. YLPO was taken away, he had to think of a solution now, of what to do with the human girl in his arms, and for some reason his eyes found WinWin’s.

“I have no choice,” Xiao thought to himself, “but I cannot tell Ten about this.”

Xiao moved your body together with his in Sicheng’s direction.

-WinWin, - Xiao greeted, extending his hand.

-Dejun, - Sicheng accepted the hand shake.

You looked up, trying to dry your tears with the back of your hands, rubbing your nose and snorting back a bugger, that was about to drip. Sicheng held it in. His face was about to give away the disgust that he felt by looking at you.

“Control yourself, “his fingernails dig in his palms, while the briefcase felt like burning his skin. He came to do business, but he might be in for something entirely different. Sicheng was ready.

-I, - Xiao started, - I must ask you this… I mean, if you would, like, I could too, but I don’t have… anyways; do you have a spare bedroom to accommodate this young lady?

Sicheng was not ready.

Briefcase burned even more, the gold letters “WinWin Enterprises” shone through the building, as if the light chose this exact moment to warn him, or on the contrary- congratulate him of his dream come true.

-You know I’m not good with strangers, - WinWin stated.

-I have known you for a long time, WinWin, you are trustworthy.

Here we go, the word “trust” shows up again. But do we know each other, really? Sicheng masked a frown.

-I suppose I could let her to live with me…

Only then you realized what was happening. Mrs. YLPO was in hospital, and by the looks of it, she’ll be there for longer time, so you are going to live with someone else. Not only it was scary as it is, living on a different planet, trying to have a life here, it was all thanks to Mrs. YLPO that you were able to feel human again.

-Only till Mrs. YLPO is back on her feet, she had a heart attack by the looks of it, could be a few weeks, if that…, - Xiaojun assumed, - she will need clothing, sanitary items, if you want me to get those, I will leave you both to introduce yourselves and have a chat, if you are ok with that?

You and Sicheng nodded simultaneously.

Xiao was fast to get his wallet and be on his way to do some shopping. You on the other hand were not the fastest person to open up to anyone, so you just tried to look everywhere else and not Sicheng. How is he so hot? You tried to get the thought out of your head.

-So, - you took a long pause, - what do you do for a living?

He flashed his briefcase at you.

-I own this, - he pointed to the name.

-Ahhh, - you exhaled, - a briefcase?

You stiffed a laugh, barely containing the sound, that still managed to escape and sounded like cackle, but Sicheng just stared at you, cocking an eyebrow. “Stupid” was the word he was looking for.

-So this company, what do you do?

-Technology, - he simply responded.

“Very talkative,” you thought, mentally slapping yourself, “how do I survive with him two weeks?”

-What do you do? – Sicheng asked, and judging by the look you’ve given him, he somehow forgot that you were not from around here.

-I was actually doing some studying, Mrs. YLPO helped me to get on track with the new language, I mean the translating chip works brilliant, but I thought it would be great to find out more about DYVLONY, you guys are so much in advance as we are back on the Earth. Also, I heard that the great XYLO war changed the course of how you guys are living now, it’s amazing! I mean not in a way, that it was war, but the way your world grew better. There are so many unanswered questions about ETALOC, there is so much to learn… – then you realized, that he probably didn’t want to hear you ramble about their own history, and you shut your lips.

At that moment Sicheng bit his lip. Smart girl, smart indeed. He would have never guessed that someone will be interested in his past. ETALOC was one of his reasons for being the way he was.

Xiao Dejun was rushing inside the department, carrying a bunch of bags on his arms, his brows furrowed together, and a slight sweat bead on his forehead. He placed the bags on the floor.

-I hope I got you everything, but in case I missed something, you can ask Sicheng here, - he pointed to WinWin, - he has enough money to buy half of the DYVLONY if he wanted to…

WinWin stared at Xiao. How could he be so… so… rude? Pointing things out to some random human? Yes, its’ true, he could probably buy the whole planet if we are being realistic, but it is still rude.

The briefcase was cold now, Sicheng didn’t feel the hotness of it anymore, he just had one thought in his head, and it wasn’t a good one. . For what it’s worth, it was connected to a certain human and a microchip.

“Don’t do this”, his friend’s words rang in his head.

Of course.

Of course Dong Sicheng rode a car that would be equal to Bugatti La Voiture Noire; this one though, didn’t have a gearstick and didn’t seem to have a steering wheel either. Once you sat down in the seat, it customized itself for your body only. You looked confused trying to locate something similar to a seat belt, a hot breath next to your ear stopped you for a second.

Turning your head you were greeted by WinWin’s face mere inches from yours, while he reached in the polyester part of the chair, pressing a button that manifested a seat belt on you, from thin air.

-How on …. – you couldn’t formulate a sentence.

-Technology, - Sicheng replied.

Putting his hand on the dash board, the car started to come to life, the low rumble resonating throughout the car park. A slight blue line appeared, and then you noticed that this vehicle does have a steering wheel, but it was not completely visible. WinWin put on a pair of black gloves.

-In case of electric failure, I won’t get hit, - he explained seeing your curiosity, - and these are rubber gloves.

You could only nod. Once the vehicle started to move, you paid no attention to what Sicheng was doing, instead focusing on the world behind the glass. High rise buildings, DYVLONY was beautiful. Something you considered Earth to be too. Behind the rotten population, there were also big dreams and great efforts, there was success, and there was corruption, what rise will have to fall. Out of all the things that you missed from our world, it was the simple walking through the woods and fields that you missed the most, the simple breeze of air, the freshness and the happiness that came with it.

Much to your discomfort, the woods also brought back unwanted memories. The way you ran out of the woods, after discovering a dead body, the way a killer marked you to be the next one of his victims. How you escaped while seeing someone else’s life being taken away. A killer that was never caught.

-You were never the one I wanted, - he had said while tying you up. – but your friend…. Ah, why did she always had to bring you with her…

He had killed your friend while cutting in her skin, slow, various shape carvings, to make her more “beautiful”. You had told the police you found the body on your walking path, but it was already the following day after escaping the maniac that was still roaming the streets.

On the unlucky night of being taken to a different planet, it was actually your first day in a big city. After your friends’ death, you couldn’t bear lying to hers and your family, even more so, the dread of getting in the arms of the killer again was there, so you chose the safest option- “moving” away.

Running away, that’s what it’s called.

Your apartment complex on the cheap side was enough for you, and suddenly you were taken aback by the fact that you were alone in a place where no one knows you. What to do in a situation like this? Get drunk, of course. Not knowing where a decent bar was to get a drink, you followed some students in the club and hit the dance floor. Feeling slightly tipsy you flirted with the nice bartender in exchange for a 30% discount of a cocktail, but instead you bargained your life on Earth for a trip that you weren’t ready for.

Here you were, many light years ahead, on another planet, vulnerable and scared of everything new, tired of the constant feelings of something new all the time. Your guardian… is now Sicheng, whoever he might be. Oh right, the CEO. Looks like one, acts like one, but behind every successful man, there is also a sad back story, or after escaping one on your Earth, he might be a serial killer. He has a potential of one anyways. Surely there is something from his past, that changed him in the future, and is yet to be found out by you.

You saw how he looked at you, behind his words were his intonation, and behind that were also sharpness and hurt.

Stranger.

That’s who he is to you, and you to him.

-Let me tell you a little story, - he bit his tongue before starting, once your attention was on him, - that “briefcase” contains a microchip. Not the type you’ve got planted in on your arrival, but a different kind. To be specific, a type that I will use on you, once we get back to my place.

Your heart was racing. Was he serious? What is he talking about?

-What… do you mean? – you stutter a little bit.

Sicheng smiles while looking out of the window again, taking a turn at the roundabout. You felt the tightness approaching slowly, making you feel dizzy. The smile of a serial killer. You’ve seen that before, you know exactly what it looks like.

-It’s… I cannot… - you were gaping for water like a fish out of the water. Holding onto your seatbelt, you tried to steady your breathing, but his words rung in your ears “I will use it on you”. – please… please let me out… I won’t tell anyone, I swear… I won’t …. Please…

You started to beg for him to stop the car, let you out, let you run away while you still get the chance, but he would not have it.

-No, - he simply said, but in your ears it sounded like a “NO”, the type of no, that will tie you in a basement. You were scared, now more than ever. Of course he had a back story, the hate on his face while talking to you, of course he had some issue.

-What will you do…? – once a little steadier with your breathing, you managed to ask him.

Your memories came rushing back at you, the dark past you tried to conceal, but of course that faith had a different plan, it had to remind you of it as soon as she got a chance. Focusing on the road ahead, you heartbeat got slower, the colors of buildings, the numbers on the road, it helped you get out of the dark hole of your sub consciousness.

-Aren’t you tempted to find out? – He slowly whispered. You nodded frantically. A tear escaped the corner of your eyes.

“It was never my plan to get you”.

Once the car stopped, you were thrust in the reality, now that you’ve reached his house, this might be it. The seatbelt disappeared, but you had no idea how to get out of the vehicle. Running away didn’t look like an option now.

Sicheng walked on the other side and opened the door for you.

-I don’t want to get out, - you simply said while looking at your feet.

Sicheng laughed.

-You got in my car on your own, so why not come now?

-Because of what you said… - you pouted. Taking you by your arm, Sicheng held strongly on it, pulling you up, and dragging you with him closer to his home. Now the house did not look like a house for a killer. It was built more like a cottage, having only two levels, simple red brick building.

Pushing you inside and shutting the door behind with a loud click, Sicheng let go of you. The first thing you actually noticed was the windows. Yes, there were windows that you saw from the outside, but on the inside they looked like tv screens, live looking images of woods and the nature hunting you.

-Why did you agree to take me in? – You whispered.

-For selfish reasons. You see, detective Ten didn’t let me have any of you, because of what I was about to do. When all you “aliens” first came to this planet, I was asked to make a chip for a purpose that would allow you to speak and understand our language. At first, of course we didn’t know who you were, maybe you had been sent here to start a war, so my company and I made a chip, equal to the one you have now, but this would make you harmless, if you’d actually turned out to be trained soldiers. I offered, and the court turned me down, since you were nothing but helpless women sent for prostitution. Today actually, I was about to do it again, maybe not exactly for you “alien’s”, but for the future.

-So you assumed something even before knowing who we are? – You simply asked.

Why did it surprise you so? People assume things of others before they open their mouths to speak, they look at you and they assume… assume you are rich or you are poor, think you are asshole before even knowing you are the nicest person on the world.

-How human of you to say that… we all have our reasons, - WinWin sighed.

-What reasons? – You pushed forward. – Feel free to explain, go ahead, and tell me why you think you know people so well….?

-Because they FAIL YOU, - he snapped. – they FAIL you, and the next thing you know, you are by yourself, all alone, with no one around you, left in the darkness. All alone. And then they have you, and then they fail you again and again, and AGAIN.

Damn it.

His words wear a painful expression on his face, the hurt written in his eyes, you step forward.

-I’m sorry to… - you try to apologize, but Sicheng stops you by grabbing your arm again.

-Shut that mouth of yours, - he snaps, - before I do something I regret.

Slamming his briefcase down on the nearby chair, Sicheng stormed out of the room.

Yeah, he was right. Humans fail you, but there are certain people who are meant to come into your life, and then there are people who stay with you, and also the ones who are meant to be with you for a short while only.

The same failure you felt, after your friend got murdered, he must have felt it more than once to say it like that. It’s not even failure, it’s shame. It’s disappointment, that you couldn’t do more- could you do more? Thinking back to that day in the woods, you had no choice.

Sicheng had left you alone at that spot. His briefcase long forgotten, and your mind started to wander.

What if there is no microchip?

Does he have another one?

Running to the case, you tried to pry it open. Two clicks and the chip was in your hands.

-What do you think you’re doing? – it was Sicheng.

-You can’t hurt me, - you said and turned to face him, - I will make sure you cannot!

And then you did the unimaginable. Taking the chip with two of your fingers, you put it in your mouth and swallowed it. It was a rough and dry thing to try to eat, but there you were.

-What!!!- Sicheng ran to you when it was already too late.

You actually felt the microchip sliding down, trying not to be sick. Not being bigger than a small button, it was still hard thing to do.

-Stupid girl! – he was shouting now, and you pointed your tongue at him.

Next moment you don’t fully register as you are thrown over his lap, his hands swatting at your bottom cheeks. WinWin was fuming.

-Who do you think you are? – he hit your bottom again, - you could have hurt yourself like that, you brat!

And then he shut it.

What?

Dong Sicheng had never cared for anybody. He cared for career, for money, for his safety. To put someone first- what is that? He had never felt anything like it. Yeah, he was upset, that you destroyed the chip, but it’s not like he cannot make another one, or use the one he had stored away in his safe.

Stopping in his actions, he help you stand and excused himself for having such a behavior.

-I will show you to your room, - he simply stated, asking you to follow him.

“So, he’s not a serial killer,” you thought, but you weren’t sure what will happen now, what had happened to him? Are you ready to find that out?

*Brothel warehouse shortly after alien arrival on DYVLONY*

The attraction was there. It always had been, as much as Sicheng tried to push it away, in the furthest corners of his mind, after seeing the first photos of all aliens, he couldn’t help but understand that he was only a man, who had needs like everybody else. The brain of his worked in a different location in his body. Having a hard on before registering that these aliens might be dangerous, he’s protective “firewall” made him realize, work first, pleasure later.

That’s how he found himself in the most popular brothel there was. Sitting on the podium in the back, where the private booths were, his hand was holding a makeshift ponytail of a DYVLONY woman, who was worshipping his cock at the very moment. Sucking on his balls, her fingers wandered around the tight rim of his ass. Sicheng pulled on her hair, until she looked up.

-No, no, - he warned, - I want to be inside you first, and then maybe we can play a little…

The woman nodded her head in submission and moved over to Sichengs’ lap. Slowly grinding down onto his dick, she gathered the slick from the nether lips to make the sliding more comfortable. Sicheng held onto her hip, but didn’t do anything to help her sink down onto his length. She moaned out when Sicheng was snug inside her tight walls. Grinding in slow rhythm, DYVLONY woman repeated the moves, around and around, slightly up and down, until WinWin hit her cervix with sharp thrust upwards.

-Argh, - she moaned out, and Sicheng looked down to the makeshift stage on the end of the podium where the curtains started to move for the next show. Delivering another sharp thrust, he smacked her ass, with the sound echoing through the cubicle.

-Gentlemen, - the hostess started the act, - we have a little surprise for you this evening. We might have a gift with us tonight that we had encountered a little bit earlier.

The curtain dropped down revealing seven naked women, some spreading their legs straight away, playing with themselves, touching their own nipples, and moaning in pleasure, besides one, that looked a bit different from the others, and Sicheng thought that he definitely has seen this woman somewhere.

-We have a special offer, - hostess smiled, - but only for the owner of the biggest dick.

Hostess stalked closer to the one Sicheng had “recognized”, touching her leg slightly, until she parted them, her head lulling back. WinWin knew that she was on drugs, despite the fact that people only go there if they want sex, she definitely seemed like she was out of place.

-This is the tightest pussy we can offer, - the hostess spoke, and for some reason hearing the words “tightest” made Sicheng grab onto the woman much stronger, forcing her onto his lap with such a force, that it knocked the air out of her lungs.

-How do we know she’s the tightest?

A voice from the crowd asked, to which WinWin paid slight attention, the woman was riding him with such effort, chasing her end, WinWin needed to empty his balls too, so he succumbed into the pleasure, while the noises only were background music to him. The sounds of sex and breathing, the only noise surrounding him and his partner.

Post sex bliss came too fast, and Sicheng left not knowing the troubles that had occurred after he left.

Later that evening, at his home, he revised the photos of aliens, only to find out that an alien was under his nose all the time while he was fucking someone. He could have made a bait of being the owner of the biggest dick to have the poor human girl with him right at this second, but he didn’t realize that.

Now he had you.

Red. Red everywhere. Blood. So much blood. Tools. Wood carvings, knives, ropes, tape, a lot of plastic wrap. A person wearing black rain coat. He is turning around, you see his face.

-Now that you have seen me, I cannot let you go, - he laughed.

Your friend tied to other side of the barn, trying to form a sentence.

-Please, let my friend go, - she whispers. The man walks over and grabs her face with his gloved hand.

-Aren’t you talkative all of the sudden, - taking a knife he plunges it in your friends body, she screams out in pain. – bad girls get punished. First, you didn’t like the carvings I made for you, and now you disobey my orders?

You cannot watch as you turn away and shut your eyes, your friends’ screams echoes through the barn and through your whole body. Killer turns around and shouts:

-Look at her! LOOK AT HER as I kill her, this is the last time you see her alive, LOOK AT HER!!!

-Noooo….!!!

Waking up with a scream, cold sweat was covering your body. Why did your mind kept on bringing you back to that awful night?

“It’s just a dream”, you whispered in silence.

The room Sicheng had provided you with was neat, small, with only a few things inside it. But one of them caught your attention the most- the bookcase. It was filled with various books, different sizes, some older, some newer, this would be a good past time, so you wouldn’t have to have a conversation with your host.

He might have changed his mind about planting a chip, but deep down you knew, like you and “your host” had seen first-hand “people don’t change”.

A book that said “ETALOC family tree” somehow caught your eye, and not thinking any further, you grabbed it from the shelf, opening it straight up. The history class teacher had mentioned this a little bit, the name wasn’t so foreign to you as you tried to remember it.

In the early 13560s, DYVLONY was known for it’s advancements in technology, also known as ETALOC. What happened behind closed doors, wasn’t known to public until a researcher, by the name of Rex 06 found out the ugly truth of what really happened at the farmhouse facility.

Rex 06 had discovered the “farmhouse” to be a place where DYVLONY women gave birth to children, who later were experimented on to make a perfect specimen. Scientists at this facility would conceive a child by sleeping with each other, later on giving them drugs to “induce their mortality, mental health and strengthen their intuition”. Rex 06 was ETALOC children.

Established Lost Children.

Rex 06 aka Dong Sicheng of WinWin enterprises was not the founder of the farmhouse facility, that was burned down by him and other children, who later grew up in our society, and also turned out to be more intelligent than any other DYVLONY.

The real owners were his so called parents, Mia and Theo Sicheng, who were well respected scientists, who also had six more children under their wing. Mia and Theo made the farmhouse facility for the lost children tech, teaching children A-Y-O technology before they could speak, hence the reason, why Dong Sicheng is so high up now.

WinWin Enterprises is a well-known firm, that has climbed to the top, after nearly thirty years of “making things right” again. Only the proof that Dong Sicheng had provided the High-Court with was the reason the company rise from the ashes.

WinWin had undoubtedly proved that the tech his lab makes, won’t harm anyone, will advance DYVLONY at least 300 years ahead in time, he also proved, that all the subjects of ETALOC are safe, understanding DYVLONY beings, who were born and bred like any other DYVLONY, with a slight hint of advancement presented to them.

Shutting the book, you sighed.

ETALOC, for some reason, in history class was made out to be something completely different. Yes, the tech part was right, but in a million years, you didn’t assume, that they made babies just to be made into some crazy scientists!

Rex 06? How did he get away, how did he know it wasn’t right what they were doing?

A sudden knock on the door disturbed your new found information; it still was in the middle of being processed in your brain.

-We have a visitor, - Sicheng said, leaving the door open, and you knew you had to follow him.

Walking down the stairs, you were greeted by a stranger.

-Hi! – He waved his hand; - I am Kun, the local pastor.

-Hello, - you said, waving back.

-Could we have some cuppa, please, - pastor Kun said to WinWin, - you don’t mind, do you, old pal?

So they knew each other? Small world?

-Let’s sit down, shall we? - You followed Kun and sat down. – I am sure you have many questions to ask, and this is probably a bit weird for you, but I can assure that you are safe here.

-Doesn’t feel like it, - you murmured quietly.

-Huh? What was that? – Pastor re-asked.

-Nothing, - you kept your mouth shut, while Sicheng was making a brew in the kitchen.

-I’ve brought you some bad news, - Kun started, placing both his hands in his lap in a small prayer like pose. – Mrs. YLPO is in need of a pace maker, and my old friend here, can help me with that.

WinWin returned with two cups of something flaming hot, there was a literal fire blazing from the top.

-You know, Y/N can’t have that… - pastor Kun warned.

-This is for you and me, - Sicheng said wearing no expression, - hers is still in the making, I had to water it down three times…

With that he walked out again, coming back with a cup that looked ok, comparing the other two flaming liquids. Pastor didn’t seem to mind the flames, as he took a sip from his drink.

-Ugh, a nice one, - he said, licking his lips.

-Why are you here? - WinWin went straight for the deal.

-As I was explaining to dear Y/N here, we need your help, we as in hospital.. Your company produces pace-makers don’t they?

Sicheng nodded.

-Mrs. YLPO is in need of one, and I know it’s very expensive, but I am hoping with prayers, that the community will provide what god has given us, to give and do well.

-What’s in it for me? – Sicheng asked, his head slightly tilted.

-Well, you get to keep the beautiful human girl here under your wing, as long as you’d like to provide her with home, because we think, that even after the surgery, Mrs. YLPO will need a few months recovery time.

-I refuse! – You stood up, your legs shaking.

-Sit down! - WinWin was on his feet as well.

Now, you weren’t obedient, but when Sicheng said those words, you sat. Pastor Kun raised an eyebrow.

-You are not my father, - you somehow managed to squeak out.

-But you live in my house, and my house has rules, is that clear?

You nodded.

What is it with good looking, yet freaky man?

-I think you need to set your boundaries straight, - pastor Kun said, - if you don’t treat miss Y/N with respect, I will take her away, and you know it. Now, I understand why you wanted a human for yourself, but I also know, that if you harm her, doesn’t matter how, you are in the death penalty row, because of what happened to ETALOC, you know this Sicheng. Do you really want to risk it?

When these words left pastor Kun’s mouth, Sicheng grew more angry. WinWin knows it’s true, if he is deemed to be unstable by any chance even aggressive or slightly off, he is to be removed from the current society.

-Ok, so Y/N stay’s here, - it was the first time you heard your own name coming from him, and it made you tremble. Did the room get hot by any chance?

You finally took a sip from your drink, when pastor and WinWin both got up, leaving you alone.

-I know I can trust you, - Kun said again, - yeah?

Sicheng nodded.

-I will be coming again in a few weeks, ok? - Kun warned, - I want her safe and looking as nice as ever in your care, yes?

Sicheng nodded again.

Fuck this bullshit.

-Ahh, before I go, - Kun whipped out his phone, - look at my S/O! Doesn’t she look pretty?

Sicheng nodded.

-That’s what love can do.

And with that pastor Kun was gone. WinWin stared outside, while pastor’s vehicle disappeared from his sight. Human was in his house, a human who is fragile and needs love and support. What if he doesn’t know what it is?

In the farmhouse things had been different, so much easier. Mommy and daddy wouldn’t let you hug them or tell your concerns. In the farmhouse, Rex 06 had to learn and learn hard, if he didn’t, he’d spend a day re-writing molecular structures of bio and organic chemistry.

After seeing picture book that was labeled “family”, he discovered that mommy and daddy did not do what parents did, didn’t do what they were supposed to. A ten year old kid would understand a little bit right?

But Dong Sicheng wasn’t any child. He was ETALOC. And like in the good, not so good olden days, WinWin will learn how to treat a human right, how to understand emotions of the human in his household, how to make the human happy, what makes the human “human”?

*Wet underwear mishap/// 3rd week of living with Dong Sicheng*

The first couple of weeks were “tremendous”. Sicheng barely spoke, he didn’t leave house much, but you were free to roam around, even go into the garden, the only rule was “not to disturb him when he works”.

He was making the pace-maker for your previous “owner” apparently he had asked his company to allow him to make it at his own house, so he could keep you safe.

Two days after pastors’ visit, his lab guys brought him some tech from his laboratory, put it somewhere you didn’t really see. You only assumed that WinWin had like a work space at the other side of the house.

The more you discovered about the house, the more you realized, that it actually was quite spacious. With a lot of empty spaces, like the kitchen cabinets for example.

-Can we go to the shop? – you asked while having dinner.

-We can, - Sicheng answered.

These past few days had reminded him a bit of the farmhouse, but the only difference where, that you were a girl. Well, the other was that you had no clue about science or chemistry, but he would never say that out loud.

While shopping, you snooped around, carelessly asking random questions, so you could get him to tell you about his past. It didn’t work. He was as tightly shut as a clam, and prying it open, wouldn’t do.

When walking through the clothing section, you took in your own hands what you needed the most, yep, more underwear.

DYVLONY eh, kinky motherfuckers.

-Uhm, - you stared at the ceiling, - are there no other options for underwear?

WinWin looked at you.

-What do you mean? – He took a pack from your hands, - what’s wrong about this one?

The fact that it had holes in the “right places” wasn’t enough, this was so flimsy, it wouldn’t even cover the crack.

-It’s like walking naked…

-So? – Sicheng just answered. – Nothing wrong with walking naked.

-I want big mamma underpants, where can I get some?! – You nearly lost it.

-Why? – You know, if other people saw your bickering, they would assume you both were a couple, but to you, this was embarrassing and ridiculous.

How do you explain someone, that you also have a period every once in a month?

-I get wet once a month, - you blurted.

Huh? What is this? Was that how you wanted to say it? Probably no.

The corners of Sichengs’ ears turned pink. Oh?

-Nooo, I mean, - you tried to explain, - I bleed once a month, so I need a few items…

WinWin nodded. DYVLONY women were similar, he had a bad experience with bleeding once, and he didn’t want that again.

-Ahh, ok, ok, - and after that he helped you get everything you wanted.

*It came out wrong/// 4th week with Dong Sicheng*

Driving down to the shop was now an every week thing for the both of you. Trip to the grocery stores, filling un Sicheng’s cupboards, heck, making dinner together, was a quality time for the both of you.

WinWin’s need to plant you a different chip was long forgotten, as he learned how to be human together with you.

-How do you call this? – driving over a speed bump, you asked.

-Speed hump? – Sicheng double checked, if that’s what you wanted to hear.

-Ahh, - you said, - haven’t had a good humpah humpah in a while…

You burst out laughing, and to your surprise, Sicheng laughed together with you.

* Lucky cupboard *

Stepping on a chair to get to the high cupboards, making sure everything was put in a place after the shopping you just done, was a human thing to do. WinWin was free to do his job, while you did “housework”.

Last week he had confessed to you, that he actually has not much clue on most mundane things, like washing up and using some kitchen appliances. He might me a tech genius, but he was also a guy who had not cared for things like that.

As a ten year old, he was thrust into the normal DYVLONY world, put in a care home, then from family to family, until he grew out of the system, was free to do what he wanted and how he wanted it.

When he was turned back to the care home, his “parent’s” at that time just said:

-We cannot keep him, - a pause, - he’s too advanced, he has no interest in playing with others, we got him a dog, he didn’t want him, he’s strange, we can’t…

Reading the ingredients on one of the packages, you realized, it’s like flour, just made from different crops.

-What are you up to? – Sichengs’ voice boomed through the kitchen, and you were unprepared for what happened after. The flour pack fell from your hands, and as you tried to reach for it, you lost your balance. WinWin was there to save you as you fell directly in his arms, with your bum landing on the kitchen counter.

The pause between the two of you was too long. It felt like the time had stopped to see if you shared the same attraction towards each other. Sicheng knew this better than anyone.

After Pastor Kun’s last visit, he had said it in his face:

-I can tell that you like her, - he had giggled, - you do have a soul, Sicheng, it’s just a matter of time, till you understand exactly what it means…

Sicheng’s lips had reached for the corner of your mouth. It was just a light peck, but your roaming hands weren’t letting him go, and you pulled him in, to kiss him fully on the lips. Not once you had a kiss like this, and Sicheng couldn’t agree more. WinWin himself, had never had a kiss. He had plenty of sex encounters, but he would never kiss someone. He didn’t fully understand the kiss itself, why did he feel like he was drinking you in?

Slowly stepping away from you, Sicheng excused himself again.

Mrs. YLPO pace maker was made a few weeks ago, and she had already had her surgery, so he didn’t have to run away, he just felt like he needed the space.

His human side was showing now.

You knew it.

The look in his eyes when he thinks you’re not watching him, the way he is helping you out doing small shores. The small things have made it into love. You could say it out loud. The three amazing words that people are so afraid to say. The three words that make people disappear from your life, therefore, you are only to keep them deep down in your heart, if they would ever flash themselves on the surface, you’d be in big trouble.

* Two idiots in love *

Now everybody knows the traditional story of the boy and a girl who fell in love. No one has heard a story of two idiots falling in love, sometimes for the wrong reasons, sometimes, because, simply because they want each other in their lives.

After the kiss incident, things went from awkward to being weird on a next level. The second hand embarrassment lived within the both of you for a bit, till the kiss happened again. The kiss at breakfast, after having a nice meal, was a thank you from you to Sicheng.

The kiss at dinner however, was a thank you from Sicheng to you.

A later on kiss, was a make out session between the two of you, when Sicheng spoke quietly.

-I am not fully right in the head, - he confessed.

-I am not either, - you whispered.

-I am ETALOC, - he finally said it, - my past is something I am not proud of, it’s something I try to forget most of the days…

-I know, but it’s also the reason, why you are so smart, - you simply stated, - I found a book, and I read it, so I know, you don’t ever have to shy away from me because of that. I did a little bit of studying, so I’m not completely hopeless. Do you know who I am, Sicheng?

He nodded his head.

-I am an alien on your planet, I have seen bad and good in people, I’ve escaped a killer when I saw how my friend was killed in front of my eyes. I have forgotten what day it is, when I first arrived, I tried my best to count down the days, till someone would find us, but I turned away more and more, forgetting who I was.

-It’s the 24th of December, - Sicheng said, - I also did some reading… detective Ten provided me with some notes of your people celebrations, which his mother had written down when she first arrived on our planet.

Technically he didn’t ask for them, he stole them with the help of his snitch, but as long as Ten doesn’t know, nobody knows.

-It’s Christmas? – You asked, nearly sheading a tear.

-I got you something, - Sicheng stood up and went for the small present that he had made himself, and he also tried wrapping it. Focus on “tried”.

Opening the small parcel, you nearly dropped.

In front of your eyes was what looked like a collar, decorated with shiny gems, there was also a small not attached “will you be my diamond?”

-Oh, wow, - you were speechless.

-You don’t like it? – WinWin choked on his own saliva, thinking you are going to reject him.

-Uhm, I mean it’s nice, - you said, - and it’s Christmas, and I don’t have a present for you… I’m so sorry.

Wiping away your tears, Sicheng kissed your cheek.

-If you agree and take this collar, you will be mine, - he was confident now, - and I need to tell you this. – he paused, - I have grown to love your perfect imperfections, your smart ass when you want something, how you smile with your eyes and how you play dumb, when you think I won’t notice what you’ve done.

-What have I done? - You asked.

-You have bewitched me body and soul, and I must tell you, that I love you… - Sicheng confessed, his heart being lifted from that darkness that he’s had for such long time. – I won’t ever hurt you, and I am sorry for the way I treated you when we first met. Do you accept my proposal?

You nodded, taking out his collar.

-I do, because I love you too…

Wearing his collar had made you more confident in his eyes. You could freely give him kisses and steal them when you wanted it the most. Nights you spent tangled up in his bed sheets, when the morning arise, you’d be both cooking breakfast, only to leave for bed shortly after that.

The sexual appetite you both shared was insatiable.

-I could do this all day, you know, - WinWin whispered, kissing your jaw, his hand tangled in your hair, pulling you close to him.

His lips searched for yours and you gave him access. Flipping him over, you towered over Sicheng, climbing on top of his lap, grinding down onto his already hard shaft. Your lips traced his jawline the same way how he had done to you, and later you playfully bit his earlobe. Sicheng’s ears changed color straight away, the tips light pink now, but he enjoyed it even more.

His strong, naked torso was now worshipped by your tongue, licking at his nipples, pointing your tongue into his navel, earning a giggle from Sicheng. Grabbing his member through his grey sweats while reaching to kiss his lips, Sicheng groaned into your mouth. His hands searched for your hips in return, pushing you down onto him, so he could flip you over.

-Baby, Y/N, - he shushed you, - now it’s my turn to play.

Undressing you hastily, to get you naked faster, Sicheng held your collar between his fingers.

-Mine, - he whispered, and it had never sounded sexier than in that moment.

Realizing, you were wearing the “flimsy” panties, as you had pointed it out before, made Sicheng chuckle, he snapped the band against your skin, earning a yelp from you.

-You make such nice sounds, - he smiled, kissing your mound through the underwear. Licking the material, he tasted your essence, moving your panties aside and licking a bold strip gathering the wetness on the tip of his tongue. – Let’s get you out of these.

Helping you get rid of your garment, Sicheng returned to his previous position, hooking your leg over his shoulder, while diving back in your hot sex with his tongue. Your body arched from the bed, while Sicheng’s tongue explored your folds, loud moans echoed the bedroom, your climax reaching its peak. Sliding your hands down to reach for your partner, you grabbed onto his hair, Sicheng obeyed and got back to the same level as you.

Kissing him fiercely, you looked him in the eyes.

-I need you now, - you said, the hunger visible in your body language.

WinWin didn’t need to be told twice, as he lined himself up with your entrance, the tip of his penis slowly grazing the wetness, and you moaned in his mouth once more. Making eye contact when Sicheng entered you was something you guys did on purpose, somehow crossing that border of trust between each other. Slowly inch by inch he forced himself inside of your tight wetness. Didn’t matter how many times you guys had sex, you were tight every time, making you eager for the slight pain and pleasure that followed afterwards.

Sicheng didn’t fit; he was more than halfway in, when you were already full, coming again, speared on his hard cock. It was his DYVLONY blood that made him such advanced in the “downstairs” department, and for both of you to enjoy the love making, he had to be patient, for your body to adjust, to let him in, just a bit more.

After your second orgasm of the night, the wetness seemed to be gushing out of you, providing Sicheng’s cock with more lubrication, and finally getting in a rhythm, he was ready to make your body succumb to the pleasure he would give you. Holding on your hand, he entwined your fingers, as his hips thrust into you again, slow kisses bruising your lips.

No words were exchanged between the both of you, just pure closeness of each other’s bodies, looking down you could see your belly bulging from how deep and how big Sicheng actually was. When his hand reached down to play with your clit, he made a d-tour, his palm pressing his hard length that was hidden inside of you.

The pressure of it had you feeling that you needed to go for a wee.

-Wait, - you whispered, not knowing what the new feeling was.

Sicheng looked at you with furrowed brows, but he didn’t stop at all, he continued his movements, and when the pressure of your abused cunt was too much, you let go with such force, black dots colored your vision, making your body convulse and ejaculate. WinWin followed soon after, hot ropes of his cum painting your insides, the mixed juices forcing themselves out from your body, dripping on the sheets.

He held you close and kissed your lips, like he always had done, making sure you were alright, keeping you warm in his embrace.

-Clean up can wait, - he just said, - are you ok?

You nodded. With him, it will always be ok.

feedback is always appreciated, i know i’ve not been here for a bit, so i thought i make a little something on Christmas for all Wayv lovers out there, i hope you guys enjoy

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