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a-soft-hornytiny · 1 year

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Repaired.

This is “Loved.“ pt. 2

Summary: Two weeks had passed when you decided to turn on your phone again. And it was a good decision because if he hadn’t called you that night, you wouldn’t have gone back.

Word count: 3.2k+ (whoops)

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: poly!ateez x neutral!reader

Warnings: depression, blaming, lots of crying (let me know if I missed something) be careful while reading.

Notes: it is time muahaha this is part two to “Loved.” I hope you will enjoy it just as much as the first part and I hope it meets your expectations hehe prepare for a lot of emotions. I usually try to include every member equally in poly fanfics but I had to put a few focuses here.

Taglist: after the cut (let me know if you wanna be added)

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The dorm had not been the same ever since you had left. The first few days had been pure horror, every single one of them could feel the pain of your absence with every minute. Even when they tried to find comfort in each other, it didn’t take long for their thoughts to go back to you. They were down. Powerless. Numb.

It was like someone ripped their hearts out. But not only once. Because every time they remembered that you left, they also remembered that it was their own fault. When even Yunho decided to skip their regular dance practice, the management realized that they had to do something. After three days of forcing them to work, the group fell into a strange rhythm.

Their apartment had never been tidier. But that wasn’t a good thing. Cleaning was the only thing that Seonghwa could do to keep you out of his mind, to avoid falling into this empty black hole and crying till late at night. And the others would have been worried if they weren’t so absorbed into their own worlds.

Hongjoong didn’t even come home anymore, always blasting loud music on his headphones to overpower the loudness of his own thoughts. The tracks that had been emerging from his studio were nothing but heart breaking. It was either a soft, flowing sorrowful melody or the heaviest beats and drums to which he screamed out the anger he felt at himself.

Wooyoung wasn’t much different. He hadn’t left the dance studio in days. He didn’t even allow himself to sleep on cushions, sleeping on the hard cold ground of the studio instead. He wanted to remind himself of how you must have felt, sleeping in their empty apartment while they were having fun with someone else. Every night he lied awake, thinking about your smile, your eyes, your love. And every day he danced until his body couldn’t take it anymore.

The same goes for Jongho and Yeosang. As soon as they were done with the daily schedule, they went to the gym and didn’t leave until late at night. They didn’t work out together but they were there for the same purpose. Overshadowing the pain in their hearts with physical pain. Pushing themselves through the hardest sets while ignoring every scream of their muscles to give them a break.

Yunho and San were the opposite, locking themselves up in their room the moment they could and playing video games until the sun rose. But instead of hearing their usual screams of victory or swears when they lost, it was silent. They just sat in front of their screens, pressing keys, for hours and hours until they fell into bed.

Gladly their manager came in once a day, forcing them to eat.

But one of them was affected the most. One that did neither of those things the others did to avoid thinking of you. Mingi hadn’t left his room, except it was unavoidable. Their manager put food in front of his door but most of the time he didn’t eat it. He spent all of his time in his bed, scrolling through social media or just lying awake, feeling nothing but an incredibly numbness in his body. He didn’t have the need to eat, to shower, or to sleep. He didn’t even notice falling asleep sometimes as it wasn’t much different from the state he was in anyway. His sleep paralysis was hunting him and going outside became harder and harder with every day.

But there was one thing he was consistently doing. And that was calling you every evening, hoping you would pick up so he could apologize and beg you to come back. So he could get rid of the guilt that was eating him alive. If only he had acted on his thoughts earlier.

Two weeks had passed when you decided to turn on your phone again. You had stayed at a little motel at the sea, taking a walk on the beach everyday and befriending the old local ladies. At some point you started meeting up with them for dinner, telling them all about your life and the reason why you were staying there.

And even the grandma’s were fighting over your decision. One side was very eager for you to forgive your boyfriends because there was no evil intent but the other side was pretty firm on the “if they really love you, they would’ve noticed” narrative. But in the end, they were the ones convincing you to check your phone because “it’s important how hurt they are by you leaving, this way you can find out if they understand and regret what they did to you.”. You felt horrible even thinking about their reaction and knowing at least one of them cried broke your heart. But the old ladies were right.

Tears swelled up in your eyes as you scrolled through your phone, seeing all the missed calls and messages. Even their management had tried to reach you. But soon enough you noticed a pattern. In the beginning you had missed calls from every single one of them but with time it was less and less. Only Mingi still tried to call you every day. You missed them a lot. It was always to quiet around you here and you weren’t used to that. You missed Wooyoung bursting into your room without knocking and hearing Jongho’s heavenly vocals while he was in the shower. Hell you even missed staying awake till late at night to eat with Hongjoong when he finally got home.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even realise that your phone was buzzing. Mingi on the other hand was ripped out of his trance by the regular beep from his phone. He had gotten so used to “the person you are trying to call is currently unavailable, please try again later.” that it caught him totally off guard when his phone actually started beeping. His heart was beating up to his throat as he was holding his breath, waiting for you to answer.

You had taken the call out of reflex before you even realized who was calling you.

“Hello?” A deep shaking voice echoed through your phone, causing you to sharply inhale. A pain that you had never felt before shot through your body before you felt an unfamiliar feeling of relief, as if a weight was taken off your shoulders.

“Y/n?” Mingi asked again, his heart still pounding in his chest. You took a deep breath and collected yourself before answering.

“Hello Mingi, how have you been?” You responded, being met with silence. After a few seconds of nobody saying anything, you heard him quietly crying on the other side of the line.

“Min-“ You wanted to call out but you were interrupted by him sobbing. “I’m so sorry Y/n! You have no idea how much we miss you.. how much I miss you.. I should’ve said something! I knew that something changed but the least thing that we wanted was making you feel bad! Please believe me.. we didn’t mean to.. to hurt you.. to abandon you. We love you, please come back!”

You were completely taken aback by his sudden outburst and only noticed now that streams of tears were running down your face. Mingi was about to start talking again when you stopped him.

“Mingi. Take a deep breath. I can’t forgive you right now but I will come back to talk. Please tell the others.” You said emotionlessly, contradicting your current state of mind, before hanging up the phone.

Mingi hadn’t even realized that he had stood up. As soon as he heard you hanging up, he stormed out of his room, nearly running over their manager who was on his way to bring him food.

“Guys guys guys. Y/n is coming back! Y/n is coming! I just talked with - well I apologised - and it was a short call but but they are coming back to us! Only to talk though, but isn’t that enough? I mean I don’t know what is happening but-“ He immediately started babbling when he came to stand in front of the kitchen table where the rest of his members were sitting.

“Mingi Mingi slow down!” Yunho had jumped up from the table to give Mingi a hug and gently rub his back. Only now Mingi noticed how heavily he was breathing.

“So what happened?” Hongjoong asked in a stern tone, gripping his utensils harshly. The atmosphere in the room was highly tense as the seven other were waiting for Mingi to elaborate.

“I called Y/n. Like I do every night. And they answered. They said they will come back to talk and that I should tell you. Then they hung up on me.” Mingi said, calmer this time. But there was still no reaction from the rest of them. It was as if the information was still being processed in their brains, the fact that you were giving them a chance to make up for what they did.

“So.. Y/n will be back?” San’s voice sounded through the quiet room, to which Mingi nodded.

From the next morning on, the tension was high. Seonghwa ran around the dorm, cleaning up every little mess and making sure you would feel comfortable and the rest were trying to do some kind of work. But none of them could concentrate on a single task because their nerves were wrecked by the possibility of you coming back every second.

You had packed your back immediately after making the call and told the motel owner that you would be leaving in the early morning. Packed with your things, you said goodbye to the old ladies, that were surprisingly already awake at this early hour and took the next train home.

Home.

It felt so strange to you, this little word. But its meaning became stronger with every foot that you got closer.

And it was the strongest when you finally stood in front of the apartment door in the early afternoon of the same day. You had your keys in your hand but you hesitated. This isn't right. So you decided to ring the bell.

Time froze inside of the dorm as the bell echoed through the rooms. It took a moment of realization before all of them stormed towards the entrance. San was the fastest so he opened the door. To your surprise a bit too fast, causing you to flinch.

But it was clear that neither of you knew what to do now so you just awkwardly stood there before San took a step back to let you in. As you entered the living room, your boyfriends stood there, lined up, as if they were about to “8 makes 1 team” at you. You bowed slightly before waving awkwardly.

“Hello?” You asked more than actually greeting them and they mumbled the same back at you. Just like at the door, you stood there for a second before someone dared to say something.

“We’re glad that you’re back.” Yeosang said, his voice piercing through the silence. You hadn’t expected him to say something but somehow you were glad it was him. Because you knew it was sincere.

You nodded shortly before moving towards your room. The line that they were standing in split to let you through, it nearly seemed like they were scared to touch you, scared that you would break or disappear again. “I’ll be in my room for now.”

You weren’t ready to properly face them yet. Seeing them was overwhelming enough. You had missed them a lot, yes. But this dorm, this room also reminded you of the pain you had felt the last few months.

You locked the door behind you, sliding down with your back against it. You couldn’t help but start crying and you didn’t care that they could hear it.

Your sobs were ripping apart their hearts. San immediately buried his face in Wooyoung’s chest, who was still in shock from suddenly seeing you in front of him. Seonghwa went over to hug both of them, allowing himself to finally face the pain he was feeling. Even Jongho hid his face in Yunho’s body, much to the latter’s surprise.

It was already way past midnight when you heard a knock on your door. You were sure what to do but after waiting a bit, you decided to get up and unlock your door. You thought whoever knocked had disappeared already but shortly after the unlocking click of your door was heard, the someone pressed down the door handle.

“Wait who- San?” You stood right behind the door as he opened it to let himself in. His head was hanging down, his hands were holding on to his shirt and his whole body was shaking.

You didn’t know what to do but you couldn’t just watch as he collapsed onto the ground.

“San? Sannie? Are you okay?” You kneeled down next to him, trying to look him in the eye but he was hiding his face. Seeing him like this physically hurt you. Your heart was clenching and in your head two thoughts were battling. “They hurt you, let them feel how it felt” and “you love them, work on a solution and don’t let them suffer”. But no matter how you had been feeling, letting your loved ones suffer had no use.

“Come here.” You gently whispered before pulling San into a hug. He instantly adjusted to you, pressing his face into your body. He didn’t say anything, you didn’t say anything. All you did was sit there on the cold bedroom floor, bodies intertwined, for an unknown amount of time. With every minute of feeling his body pressed against yours you remembered why you loved him so much. His presence only could give you a peace of mind that nothing else could.

When you woke up the next morning, you were lying in your bed, cuddled into your blanket. San was gone and you started to think it was only a dream but you could still smell his scent on your clothes. Without looking at the time, you rubbed your eyes and walked into the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast.

“Good morning Y/n.” You were startled by the sound of Seonghwa’s voice behind you. “San told me what happened last night. Are you alright?” His voice was soft, calming even, just like it always had been. And much to your surprise, nothing was alright anymore. Hearing these words from the one person you had always trusted your deepest feelings with, made you lose control.

“No Seonghwa. Nothing is alright. I took a risk, I put so much effort into this. Into you. And what do I get in return? Being replaced. Do you have any idea how I felt? How it felt sitting at this damned table, waiting for you to get home only to be met with a oh sorry we already ate with someone better. And the worst part about this? I can’t even stay mad at you! From the moment that I left this appointment I regretted it. Why? Because I love you. Because I love every single one of you so much that it rips out my heart to stay away. I suffered from being here and I suffered from being away so can you tell me what the fuck I am supposed to do!?”

You didn’t even mean to throw all of this at him but it felt good. It felt good to let it out. All the frustration, all the anger you had been feeling. To just say it.

But all that Seonghwa did was take you into his arms.

“We love you too Y/n and I can tell you there was not a single second during the last two weeks that we didn’t regret making you feel that way. I’m so sorry… Please give us another chance, I promise we won’t make the same mistake ever again. You are our star, our guide. Without you we can’t work like we used to. Please allow us to continue loving you.” Those words. Those were the words you had been longing to hear for so long. And it was those words that helped you forgive them.

A few days had passed and you took your time to reconnect with them. Ever since you had been back, they treated you like a treasure, like the most precious being on earth. But there was one of them who couldn’t quite forgive himself yet.

It was Tuesday and you were on your way to visit Jongho at practice. Falling back into this familiar routine was strange at first put it somehow gave you a lot of comfort as well. As you got closer to his usual practice room, you already heard his heart wrenching vocals hammering out a ballad, as usual. You stood in front of the door, hesitating to go in while listening to his beautiful voice. Jongho was the one who had tried to contact you the most, after Mingi. He didn’t call you but he left you little texts nearly everyday.

Right when the song ended you collected all your courage to enter the room. Jongho was standing there, his back to you, typing something into the computer.

“That was perfect.” You said rather quietly, unsure if he could hear you. But he did, and he immediately turned around.

“Y/n! What.. what are you doing here?” He asked. You could hear both confusion and pleasant surprise in his voice. You gently put down your bag on the ground before walking towards him.

“It’s Tuesday.” You answered, knowing that there was no further explanation needed. “So.. what am I hearing next?” You flashed him a wide smile, trying to supress the emotions that were swelling up behind your mask.

Jongho quickly turned around again. “Isaac Hong - Without You” He said before the playback started playing. His voice was quiet, unsure when he started singing, barely getting through the first verse. You had goosebumps all over your body. The emotion he put into this song, the lyrics, the melody, everything hit a little bit too close to home. You wanted to cry but you somehow couldn’t. It was Jongho who suddenly stopped singing, hiding his face in his hands.

He didn’t even turn towards you when he started speaking.

“Why did you leave us? Why didn’t you talk to us? I- I would’ve- I would’ve said something.. I could’ve made you feel better! We made you leave… how can you forgive us?” His words were stabbing right through your heart. You were asking yourself those questions. How can you forgive them? How could you ever trust them again? But you needed to try. You couldn’t miss out on being as happy as you were before. You couldn’t miss out on loving them.

You wrapped your arms around his body tightly, taking his hands into yours. And that was when you felt his tears drop onto your skin.

“Don’t ever say you loved us again! Promise that you will love us till the end…” You giggled slightly as he sounded like a little kid demanding your hand in marriage. But if you can work through this, you can work through anything. And you had already decided not to leave ever again.

“Don’t worry Jongho. I promise I will always love you. All of you.”

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starlitmark · 6 months

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𝕽𝖊𝖉 𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝕭𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝕻𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖘 (𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘)

Summary: Being in a polyamorous relationship can take a toll on a person; Jongho just happened to be the one to uncork the bottle. Pairing: Seonghwa x San x fem!reader x Yeosang x Jongho Tropes: hybrid au, poly au, established relationship au Genre: fluff, angst, suggestive Rating: PG 13 Warnings: language, anxiety, stress, mentions of unhealthy self-care habits, reader described as smaller than all members and has blue eyes (bunny quality), minor injury, mentions of sex, kissing Word Count: 6,164 Note: your favorite Thunder is back! <3 thank you to @mejuii and @downtoamagicalland for beta reading as always <3

Listen to: Put It Straight by (G)-Idle ♡ As I Am (feat. Khalid) by Justin Bieber ♡ I GUESS I’M IN LOVE by Clinton Kane

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You’ve been holed up in your workspace almost all day. You have been for a few days now. The only times you ever emerge are to shower and get some form of nourishment in your body. The influx of orders you had for your shop came out of nowhere, and you’re struggling to keep up with what needs to be done. All three of your boyfriends are worried about you, to say the least. San hasn’t been around much due to a merger he’s been working on, and Yeosang has been running around like a chicken with his head cut off, trying to get everything arranged for a new project that could make or break a lot of things for him. Seonghwa has been around, though. Just yesterday, he decided to stay home from the shop and sketch while you worked on crafting a rather detailed necklace.

You’re so lost in what you’re creating that you hardly register the knock on your door. So when it pops open, you drop your half-done chain making the individual links scatter across the desk. Despite the urge to break down right then and there, you take a deep breath and recollect yourself. When you look up, you’re met with a very concerned-looking purple dragon.

“Treasure, you’ve been in here all day… have you eaten anything?” San asks with a worried tone.

“I’m fine.” You give him a tight-lipped smile, “I need to finish this bracelet by tomorrow and get it shipped out.”

San steps closer and squats down beside you. Even with him squatting, he’s barely below your eye level. It only serves to remind you how much smaller you are than them. Your silver-eyed boyfriend reaches to take your hands in his. At first, he doesn’t think anything of the tension rings along your fingers. He knows it helps you from cramping up too quickly. Then he takes in the small pinches and cuts on your fingertips and palms.

“Treasure, you should take a break. I’m worried about you. We all are.” He tries to reason with you.

“I’ll come to eat after this project is done, promise.” You offer, taking your hand to run over some of his scales along his cheekbone.

“You better have eaten a well-balanced meal and drank at least three glasses of water by the time I get back from my meeting,” He bluntly reminds you.

“I’ll do my best to do that.” You chuckle while playfully saluting him.

He stands back up to his full height, “I love you, and I hate to see you so overworked.” He sighs, placing a kiss against the base of one of your bunny ears.

“I love you too. I promise I’ll leave this room at some point.”

Some point becomes hours later when Seonghwa forces you out of the room even though the bracelet is still incomplete. San walks back in the door, Yeosang beside him, as you’re nibbling on a veggie wrap. Seonghwa is sitting beside you eating as well to make you feel less alone in your activity. San has a small bit of smoke curling out of his lip that he tries to stop you from seeing. It doesn’t work, though. Yeosang whispers something that seems to soothe the purple dragon before they both walk over to you.

“How’s your project coming?” Yeosang asks innocently.

“Still not done….” You sigh, bunny ears falling back against your hair, “It was supposed to be done today so I could ship it out tomorrow….”

“And it’s okay that you didn’t finish it today.” Seonghwa offers, “You own your own business, and sometimes you need to know your limits on what can be done.”

“But-”

“No buts,” San adds, “you did what you could today. That’s all that matters.”

You nod silently and take another small bite out of your wrap before placing it down on the plate again. When you get stressed like this, you hardly want to eat anything. You know it’s an unhealthy habit, but it’s just how you function. Despite your quiet state, your three boyfriends seem to easily flow through conversation. Some sort of ugly jealousy curls through your stomach. The way they seem to fit together easily without any seams makes you feel almost out of place in a way. You’re not willing to address that with your current state of mind, though.

“Hops,” Yeosang calls quietly; you look up at him, “You didn’t hear me, did you?” He chuckles sweetly, “Who do you want to crash with tonight?”

You nibble at your lower lip, “I think I’ll stay in my nest tonight.”

“Do you want one or more of us to–” You cut Seonghwa off before he can finish his question.

“No!” You blurt out, “I want to sketch out some more projects, and I’d hate to keep you up.”

“You know that won’t bother us, treasure.” San reminds you, “I’d much rather you get some good rest than workshop more projects.”

“I’ll be fine, San, I promise.” You stand up abruptly, ignoring the (barely) half-eaten wrap. “Good night boys. Love you!”

You bolt to the room your nest and work area are in. The moment you firmly shut the door, you sit down at your desk and hunch over the same bracelet you’ve been working on all day.

Even after slaving over projects for the next two days, it feels like you’ve made no progress. You’re pacing back and forth in your studio and nest space, hoping that inspiration strikes you to at least finish one project. A soft knock sounds on your door again. This time Yeosang is the one who pops his head through the doorway. You’re worrying on the edge of your ear and continue pacing even though you feel your boyfriend’s worried eyes on you.

“Hops,” His low voice sounds through the space, “Sannie and Hwa already headed out for the day. They thought you were still sleeping when they were leaving.” He explains.

“I’ve been up for a while.” You respond flatly, “I need to get this shit done.”

Yeosang is slightly taken aback. You’ve never been one to curse. So to hear you say such a word was not what he was expecting to come from your mouth. He steps closer and grabs you gently to stop you from pacing anymore. You look up at him and see the worry swirling in his green eyes. He pulls you into a hug. You’ve come to learn that he’s not very physically affectionate outside your heat. So the fact that he has you wrapped in a hug, your face buried in his chest, means a lot. His minty scent invades your senses, giving you a momentary feeling of peace. That lingering panic and fear creeps back into you when he pulls away.

“Take a break from your projects, Hops.” He reminds you, “Stepping away from a project can do wonders sometimes.”

You nod, “I will.”

It may be a half-truth, but you don’t want to worry him if you don’t need to. He places a soft kiss against the top of your head and takes another step back.

“I have to go meet a client. Unfortunately, all three of us are out of the house for the rest of the day.” He sighs, “I should be back around dinner time. San said he has a business dinner tonight, and Seonghwa is closing the shop today since Yun is off.”

“I’m a big bunny,” You try to joke, “I can take care of myself.”

“I know, little one,” He smiles softly, “Just giving you the rundown for the day. I’ll see you at dinner, okay?”

“Okay.” You nod, your snow-white ears twitching slightly when he gently scratches the base of them.

Yeosang is out the door, and a few moments later, you hear the front door of the penthouse close too. You debate your options for a few moments before deciding to get a drink before returning to work. You aren’t fully sure who’s home right now. At least you know Yunho is home. You’re about ninety percent sure Mingi is at his university lecturing right now. It’s likely that Wooyoung is at his dance studio, and you haven’t seen Hongjoong in about three days. When you get to the kitchen, you find that Jongho is home too. He’s sitting at the small breakfast bar sipping on a mug of tea. You shuffle behind him, being sure not to knock into his deep blue tail. You reach up into the cabinet to get a glass when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You nearly jump out of your skin and end up dropping the glass, causing it to shatter on the counter. Immediately, Yunho moves to make sure you’re okay and explains he wasn’t trying to scare you. Your fight-or-flight instincts kick in, and you’re already down the hall and back in your nest. The first thing you can think to do is grab the duffle bag and start stuffing clothing into it. Tears are threatening to fall from your eyes, but you hold them back for now. You can smell the two men that are home. They’re still down the hallway. However, your senses are out of sorts due to your panicked state.

Again, a knocking sounds on the door frame. You whip your head around, and your ears twitch around, trying to find one sound to focus on. Your nose twitches even more as you take in the dark blue dragon standing in the doorway. Jongho steps into the space when you don’t speak, knowing you need someone to calm you down. He would have never breached your space without your permission had you been more stable mentally.

“Where are you off to?” He asks gently.

That’s when your tears burst through fully. You start sobbing and find yourself face-first in Jongho’s sweater before you can stop yourself. He awkwardly wraps his arms around you and tries to soothe you. The room is only filled with sniffles and loud sobs as you stand there in the golden-eyed dragon’s arms. You’re completely unaware of how long you cry in his arms, but when you finally slow to a sniffle, you pull your face away from his sweater. There’s a large wet spot from the amount of crying you just did. There’s a bit of snot, too, which you cringe at and immediately try to wipe off with your own sweater. You can feel his strong chest beneath the fluffy material, but your mental state is hardly focused on the dragon’s physique. Your head is pounding from crying, which doesn’t help the situation at all. Jongho still has his arms wrapped around you, securing you in your spot.

“You need to talk about anything?” He offers quietly.

“Are you sure you want to hear all of that?” You chuckle, trying to downplay your emotions.

“You need it. We both know that.” He sighs, not letting you divert anything.

Suddenly you’re very aware of his arms wrapped around you and how comforting it feels. You find yourself nodding at him.

“Do you want to go to a neutral space, or are you comfortable right here?” He searches your pale blue eyes for any discomfort as he asks.

You appreciate how respectful of your boundaries he’s being. You know you need this, and he does too. Damn him and his phenomenal therapist skills.

“We can stay here…” You bite your lip, debating whether or not you want to ask him a specific question or not. You decide to throw caution to the wind and ask. “Do- do you um… could we-”

“What’s up Hops?”

“Well… I’m kind of all over the place, and… do you care if we cuddle while I vent?”

“Would that make you feel more comfortable?” he asked again.

You nod, “It would…”

“In your nest?”

“Yeah… if that’s okay.”

“Lead the way.”

Jongho releases you from his hold and allows you to get comfortable in bed where your nest is before he approaches it. You shift a little bit allowing Jongho to climb in beside you. The dragon is slightly stiff as he gets semi-comfortable. You snuggle close to him, which makes him melt beneath you. He wraps an arm around you and sighs with a small smile on his face.

“What’s on that mind of yours, Hops?” He asks once you’re both comfortable.

“A lot of things… where should I start?”

“Wherever you want to.” He offers, small vines wrapping around his fingers as you get more comfortable.

“I feel like an outsider.” You admit, “And like a failure…”

“What makes you say that? You have your fluffle, and you’re part of the Thunder now. You have a successful business making jewelry.”

“I haven’t been able to finish a single project for days now, and I feel horrible. These people are waiting for me to finish these pieces for them and-” You start crying again.

“Take your time.” He reminds you, “Do you wanna hear my two cents on this, or do you want to continue what you were saying.”

“You can talk.” You sniffle, burying your face against his sweater.

He wraps his arm around you tighter. The small vines tickle against your jaw lightly as his fingers hold your shoulder. You find yourself sinking further into his touch subconsciously.

“Here’s what I think.” He starts, “Everyone has their own threshold. When you reach that threshold, you can’t do it anymore. You need a break. Your limit is different from mine and different from the others in the Thunder. You need to give yourself breaks, Hops.”

“I know, but-”

“No buts, bunny.”

“But, Jongho…” You pout, “You’re super successful in your career, San owns a whole monopoly, Seonghwa and Yunho own a tattoo shop-”

“And you have a very successful jewelry business.” He stops you mid-sentence, “Just cause we have more income doesn’t mean that you’re unsuccessful.”

You nod and nibble at your lip. You feel a thumb against your lip, gently pulling it from between your teeth. When you look up at Jongho, you see him giving you a gentle, borderline endearing look. It steals your breath away for a moment. Your ears go lax as you maintain eye contact with the navy dragon. You take note of how his navy scales frame his face perfectly and how they contrast against his bright red hair. Suddenly, you snap back to reality and shake your head slightly to ground yourself.

“I know that but still…”

“Still what?” He prods lightly.

“You guys seem actually to get work done, and I’m still fighting with this same necklace that I’ve been working on all week. I have a damn sketch of the thing, and I can’t even do it.” You groan.

“What’s on paper doesn’t always convey in practice. Have you tried looking at it or approaching it a new way?” He asks, his thumb gently caressing your arm as he speaks.

“... No…” You admit, gaze dropping down to your fingers, “I’ve been very set on the style, and my customer really likes the design I sketched…”

“And it’s your business.” He reminds you, “If you need to rework things because it’s impossible to do in practice, they need to understand that or lose their deposit on the art.”

You nod silently. Jongho notices you remain quiet after providing his two cents on your situation. There’s far more to your issue, and he knows it. He moves his navy blue tail to be draped over his thigh and, by proxy, wrap around yours. The tip of it rests against your lower back. And while you’re used to dragon tails resting against you, Jongho’s tail feels almost foreign to you but absolutely not unwelcomed.

“I know that’s not all, bun.” He sighs, letting the arm wrapped around you hold you just a bit tighter, “What else is going through that mind of yours?”

You look up at him and see his golden eyes fixated on you, “I don’t think you want to hear about my relationship right now.”

“I want you to feel better.” He assures, “Tell me what’s going on.”

You find yourself curling closer to the dragon and tucking your head just below his chin. You feel a few scales along his jaw, but it’s nothing that bothers you. After all, you live here with them almost all the time now; you’re no stranger to scales touching you. Your ears are pushed back and lying flat against your hair overtop Jongho’s arm. You feel him relax further after his initial tensing.

“Well… about a week ago, we were, um…” You didn’t know how to phrase it to him.

“You were having sex, okay. What went wrong to make you feel so uncomfortable and try to run away today?”

“How did you know I was gonna say that?” You try to deflect.

Jongho chuckles airily, “You're going to tell me I’m wrong?” You don’t answer, “So, what happened that got you to this point.”

You sigh and debate whether you want to let it all out or tell him just to forget about it. It wasn’t that big a deal, right? Jealously happens in relationships. Jealousy looks different in yours because instead of two people, there are five.

“Smells like burnt cookies.” Jongho points out, “Just say it before you end up smelling like a burnt kitchen rather than overbaked cookies.” He teases lightly.

“I feel like an outsider in my own relationship.”

“Okay, why do you feel like that? You know San, Seonghwa, and Yeosang would burn the world to the ground if you asked them.”

You feel the tears well up in your eyes again. One escapes and lands on Jongho’s barely damp sweater. Though you know, Jongho can’t see your eyes with your face tucked under his chin. He does seem to know you’re having an emotional hurricane internally. You feel his tail press a bit harder against your body as if to mock some weighted blanket to help you relax.

“They just seem so happy together. I felt like after that very awkward sex that I was just a hookup again.”

“That bad?” He sighs, “I know you know how the Thunder functioned before San and Seonghwa brought you home. Hell, Yunho, and Mingi are worse than you’re polycule sometimes.” He lightens the air, “Remember, you’re the glue that holds those boys together. Yes, they would casually hook up with each other before you were introduced to us, but the dates, talking about how they feel, regulating their schedules… Hops, that’s all thanks to your influence on this Thunder. It feels like I’ve tried to have interventions more often with them than with my clients. Something about you made it click, though.”

“Jongho?”

“Yeah?”

You don’t know what overtakes you, but you untuck your face from his chest and kiss his cheek. You realize what you’ve done after you see Jongho’s slightly shocked expression. Your nose starts to twitch as panic rises in your throat again. Jongho’s strong hold keeps you in your place, along with his tail still lying across your legs and along your back.

“It’s okay, bun.” He assures, “You just surprised me. If you want to ask something when you’re in the right headspace, you can do so. You’re not in a completely clear or stable mental place right now, though.”

You nod, “Sorry,”

“Nothing to apologize for. Come back here and get comfy again.” He offers, “You rant, and I’ll listen.”

You tuck yourself back against the dark blue dragon and almost feel like you’re at home in his arms. A tug in your heart makes itself known. Of course, it would now, when you’re in the midst of emotional and relational turmoil. Jongho smooths a hand over your hair and ears as you start rambling about everything that’s been bothering you. From missing your fluffle to work to your boyfriends’ dynamic. You feel small amounts of weight press against your hair.

“What’s in my hair?” You ask, “I feel something.”

“I’m weaving flowers in.” He says casually, “Do you want me to take them out?”

“N-no,” You feel the heat of a blush rush to your face, “Tell me about the flowers.”

“There’s a few red carnations, that’s all. Some are full blooms, others are half-blooms. They look nice against your hair. I like the contrast from how pure white your ears are too.”

You pull your body to be sitting up. Jongho is still lying down, and his eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.

“You can put them and more flowers in my hair all you want. I’m giving you more space to work with while I talk.” You explain, “I like that you’re playing with my hair.”

A smile graces his lips, and you barely see his fangs peek out. He conjures a small bouquet of little dainty pink and white flowers. One moment there was nothing there, and the next, the flowers were in his hand.

“So, as I was saying, I love my boyfriends, but it’s hard not to feel excluded when they know each other like their favorite things in the world. It really hurt me when I saw San and Yeosang cuddling while Seonghwa tossed the wet wipes at me. I know I’m newest to whatever dynamics were happening here before, but…” You interrupt yourself with a sigh, “I’m still their girlfriend, and it doesn’t feel like it sometimes.”

Jongho accidentally tugs at your hair while braiding a flower into it, making you yelp slightly.

“Sorry,” He quickly apologizes, “I know it hurts to just feel like a side piece in your relationship. You also need to communicate how you’re feeling, though. I know, ironic when you have three emotionally constipated dragon boyfriends, but it’s true.”

“I just don’t want to make them mad at me…”

“If they get mad at you for having normal emotions, then I’ll personally make them each a batch of poison ivy tea when I refill the tea satchels.”

You giggle lightly and feel Jongho move your hair over your shoulder, signifying that he’s done meticulously intertwining each flower with your hair. You turn around and face him. He’s sitting criss-cross in your nest still. His golden eyes practically melt you as he gives you an affectionate look. Those tugs at your heart return, this time accompanied by a tornado of butterflies in your stomach.

“You feel better now?” He asks softly.

You nod, “I needed that a lot more than I realized.”

He opens his arms, “You still look like you need some comforting before you talk to your boys.”

You climb into his lap, slotting your legs around his hips, and feel his strong arms wrap around your waist in a tight hug. You bury your face in the crook of his neck. Your nose fills with his book scent, and it instantly relaxes you. You don’t break away even when you hear the penthouse door open and click shut again. You’re so engulfed in his scent you don’t even know who’s returning to the lair. Jongho’s arms tighten around you even more. Then, you process the sniffles you’re letting out. You’re not even sure if you’re feeling the emotional aftermath of the day or if you’re nervous about the confrontation later, but you’re sniffling back tears again. Your tears slide down Jongho’s neck and along the snake tattoo that looks as if it’s curling around his collarbone. He doesn’t say anything about it. He doesn’t question why you’re crying or make any comment to stop you from feeling what you do. He lets you feel. It’s just what you need right now.

“What’s this?” You hear San snarl.

You tense in Jongho’s hold. Fight or flight instincts beg you to bolt for the door, even if San grabs you in the process. The only thing stopping you is Jongho’s arms holding you in place. Suddenly, Jongho rips a flower out of your hair. You yelp at the sudden movement and then see the navy dragon shaking out a singed red carnation. You know San didn’t mean any harm to you. When he was pissed, he tended to lose complete control of what he did with his magic.

“Hops.” He snarls, “I need to talk to you. Alone. Now.”

He hasn’t called you that since you officially started dating him. Hearing the neutral nickname sounds foreign to your ears in the worst way possible. You’ve never seen him direct his anger at you, either. Your heart rate spikes again, and your nose twitches at the speed of light. Subconsciously you grip onto Jongho, maybe to try to soothe yourself. You don’t want to think too hard about why it was comforting to you.

“Talk to him. It’ll be okay. If not, remember what I told you.” He ends his sentence with a slight chuckle.

You nod and climb out of Jongho’s lap. Your eyes linger on his golden eyes, noticing how his pupils dilate as he looks back at you. While you’d love to think it’s out of affection toward you, you decide to believe it’s simply to help calm you further. Jongho gets out of your nest and dismisses himself from the space. You watch as a vine curls around the door nob and pulls the white wood door shut. The tension is tangible enough as it is, but when the therapist dragon leaves, it becomes almost suffocating. San’s silver eyes are slit so thinly you can hardly see his pupils at all. It’s as if they don’t exist at all.

“I-it wasn’t what it looked like…” You say, trying to ease a bit of the tension.

“Are you sure, Hops?” He practically growls, “It sure looked like you were getting too cozy with someone who isn’t one of your boyfriends. We said you could cuddle with the others if you needed it. That was crossing a line, though.”

Normally seeing your deep purple scaled boyfriend dressed for the office sends you into a mood that you would put in a similar category to your heat. Now, though, it only strikes fear in you. You so desperately wish to crumble under his stare and submit to your prey tendencies. You swallow that urge and hold your head high, remembering Jongho’s words.

I know it hurts to just feel like a side piece in your relationship. You also need to communicate how you’re feeling, though.

“Would you have rather me run away back to my fluffle without a word to any of you?” You bite back, throwing your arm in the direction of your half-packed duffle bag, “You, Seonghwa, and Yeosang have been making me feel like I’m not even part of our relationship anymore. Had Jongho not stopped me, I would’ve been gone for hours by now. Yes, the cuddling could be seen as crossing a line, but he’s the reason I didn’t go running out mere moments after Yeosang left.”

“Treasure…” San starts, trying to step closer to you.

You put your hand up, and it’s as if you put up an invisible block in front of him.

“Let me speak.” You sigh, “You three communicate without words. You’ve been involved with each other in many different ways long before I was brought to the Thunder. After last week’s events… seeing how easily you knew how to take care of Yeosang while you three practically ignored me and let me handle myself hurt. I’m your girlfriend, but the longer I’m here, the more I feel like just a hookup you brought in with your two boyfriends for some extra fun.”

You let out a shaky breath. You don’t want to cry telling him all of that, but you feel your eyes fill with tears. There’s no way you’ll be able to stop them from falling. You sniffle and let your gaze fall down to your feet rather than looking at your boyfriend. He doesn’t move. That invisible block is still fixated in front of him.

As if the timing couldn’t be worse, you smell Seonghwa’s sweet strawberry jam scent enter the home accompanied by Yeosang’s peppermint tea. It’s as if he knows there’s tension, too. You know your scent is burnt, and San’s is far stormier than his typical calm sea breeze scent. Your eldest boyfriend doesn’t even knock. He invites himself and Yeosang into your bedroom and is greeted by your crying figure and San a few steps away with tendrils of smoke escaping the corners of his lips. Yeosang is the first to step closer, placing a kiss on San’s cheek, only solidifying your emotions. Comforting San before stepping closer to you.

“Tell me what’s going on.” Yeosang asks quietly, wrapping his arms around your frame.

You try to break out of his hold, but you’re no match for his strength. Angry tears keep rolling down your cheeks as you stay trapped in his hold.

“Look at me.” Authority rings in his tone.

This time, you look at him.

“Am I that unloveable?” You snap.

“Treasure, please.” San says weakly.

“Yeosang.” You say flatly, “Let me go.”

Your bronze boyfriend backs off. All three of them are clearly concerned about you and trying to figure out why you just asked the question you did. Your nose is still twitching, and tears are still staining your cheeks.

“We need to have a long talk. All four of us.” You huff.

You settle in your nest, wrapping yourself in a throw blanket that smells much more like Jongho than any of your boyfriends. You see the jealousy in San’s eyes as you do so. Yeosang is on your work stool, Seonghwa is sitting in your reading chair, and San is still brooding, leaning against your closed bedroom door. You can’t escape. It’s probably for the best; you need to say this.

“I kinda yelled this at San already, but… you three have been neglecting me.”

You watch as the confusion etches in Seonghwa’s face. He had been spending the most time with you compared to your other two boyfriends. Yeosang’s reaction isn’t as visible, but you know he’s just as confused. San knows, though. He hates that you’re saying it again.

“I feel like a hookup again. You three are so seamless with each other and don’t seem to give me any care. Last week, Seonghwa… you just threw the wet wipes at me while San took care of Yeosang with so much care… that fucking hurt. I almost ran away today. Jongho stopped me.”

“Treasure… we love you so much. I’m sorry I did that. I wasn’t even thinking about it-” Seonghwa tries to explain.

“I know… it doesn’t change that it hurt… still hurts worse than hell. San came home and found me cuddling with Jongho in a way that was a bit compromising. There was nothing inappropriate happening. I promise. And–” You stop yourself.

“What is it, Hops?” Yeosang asks quietly, “We need to know everything.”

“I kissed him.” You admit, “I was on such an emotional rollercoaster, and he made me feel safe and loved… I didn’t think about what I did until after it happened.”

None of them speak. It scares the hell out of you. Your pale blue eyes flit between all three of them. Their expressions are unreadable. Well, San’s isn’t. A fresh curl of smoke escapes his nose as he wills his flames back down his throat.

“Did you like it?” Yeosang asks again.

You hadn’t thought about that. Did you? It was so spur of the moment you didn’t actually think about how it made you feel. Your heart feels like it’s on fire. It aches.

“I did.” You admit.

“What do you want that to mean for us?” Seonghwa adds.

“I know we’re on delicate grounds right now…” You sigh, wrapping the blanket tighter around yourself, “I feel the same pull toward him that I do towards you three.”

“Transparency, right?” San finally speaks, “I’m so fucking jealous, but you’re right… we haven’t been caring for you the way we’ve been caring for each other. We should all make an effort to meet each other where we are. All four of us. And–” he stops himself, “If you want Jongho, we can invite him.”

“Seonghwa? Yeosang?” You ask, ears shifting towards them.

“Honestly…” Yeosang sighs, “I miss being with Jongho. We also knew in this Thunder we have a tendency to share, even with San’s jealous streak.” He pokes fun at his purple boyfriend.

“I’m always happy to do anything that helps our relationship and ultimately you, Treasure. I love all my Thunder, and I love you.”

A smile breaks out on your lips, and tears start streaming again. San is the first to approach you. He wraps his arms around you, tail curling protectively around your waist. You feel both of your other boyfriends join moments later.

“I love you, Treasure.” San whispers against your bunny ear.

“I love you.” You sniffle back.

“We all love you.” Yeosang kisses your other ear.

After a long discussion about what each of you needed from each other, you begin discussing who should approach Jongho about joining. It’s out of the question for San to do so. The last time San and Jongho interacted was when he walked in on you, cuddling with the dark blue dragon. Ultimately, Yeosang is chosen. He’s the closest to him, and they think the same way. Their history together before Yeosang started dating you just adds to why he should be the one to ask. Yeosang is also the newest boyfriend. Having Seonghwa go to the youngest dragon could end badly, given that Seonghwa has been dating you longer than Yeosang has.

You go with Yeosang down the hall toward Jongho’s bedroom. You stay outside the door as Yeosang gets permission to enter the space. Instantly, you hear laughter and feel how light the atmosphere is in the room. You see a few hanging plants through the small crack in the door. You haven’t seen many of their bedrooms in great detail, but seeing greenery in Jongho’s room makes warmth spread in your chest.

“Treasure,”

You’re taken aback when you hear the pet name. It’s not Yeosang’s voice. It’s Jongho’s. You step closer to the door. Popping your head through the door, white ears tall on your head, you see Jongho’s golden eyes giving you that same adoring look he had earlier. Yeosang has a soft, comfortable smile on his lips. His hand is outstretched, and you find yourself curling into his side.

Jongho’s room is exactly how you expected it to be. Plants are everywhere, not so much that it’s crowded, but it adds a comforting and homey touch to the space. He has a desk against the far wall, framed by bookshelves. His bed has a wall of vines behind it with purple flowers randomly throughout them. There’s something about the space that is so shamelessly Jongho.

“Is there something you wanted to ask me, Treasure?” Jongho asks with a soft smirk on his lips.

You nod, and your eyes shift up to your green-eyed boyfriend. He just nods slightly at you and gives you a comforting smile.

“Jongho… would you like to be my boyfriend?” You ask.

Yeosang removes his arm from around you as Jongho steps closer to you. The gold-eyed dragon hybrid takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger, making you look up at him. You want so desperately to melt at the touch but you hold your ground somehow. Your ears instantly fall back against your head as your chin tilts up. The flowers are still woven into your hair and tickle against your ears, making them twitch slightly. Jongho takes his other hand to pluck some flowers from your hair.

“Red carnations: admiration, devotion,” he states, twirling it in between his fingers. He shifts his hold on the flowers to show the small white and pink flowers. “Aster: faith, love. Does that answer your question, Treasure?”

“Jongho?” You ask, dazed by his words.

“Yes, Treasure. I’d love to date you.” He smiles a bright, gummy smile, “May I kiss you?”

“Yes.” You practically breathe out.

His lips are on yours a moment later, and you feel an explosion of emotion. The hand that was previously holding the flowers wraps around your waist and pulls you closer to his body. It’s almost as if you’re the only two in the world. When he pulls away, you see his heavily dilated gold eyes. Your hand reaches up to brush against a few scales by his hairline before carding into his hair behind his ear. Before you can get lost in the moment again, Yeosang swoops in and kisses your cheek before leaning over to Jongho and kissing his cheek as well. He wraps his arms around both of you. You turn your head to see your two other boyfriends in the doorway with sweet smiles on their faces. They come into the room and join the hug. Yeah, everything felt better now. They felt like home, and your heart aches out of pure love for your four boyfriends.

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As Above So Below

MDNI 18+ | fem!reader x Jongho x Seonghwa

warnings: freeuse (f!), dom Jongho, pussy eating, orgasm denial, sub (f! and hwa!), 3some, rough boob play, light clit play, brief mentions of face riding, exhibitionism

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When you first brought up the idea of free use, Jongho seemed hardly interested.

"But I already fuck you when I want. I don't see the point," he mindlessly had said when you mentioned it. "Okay but..." you remember fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "Like, I mean I could be doing anything. Anything and you could be touching me, using me. Like is that not hot to you?" Jongho shrugged at this, but you could see the hidden smirk on his lips. "I don't mind trying."

It's been nearly a month since the conversation and Jongho acted how he always did. Few butt grabs here, jiggling your tits there. Sometimes he'd stand behind you while you sat on the couch and leaned down to play with your pussy. Rubbing circles over and over your cunt before pulling away, leaving you bucking your hips and whining.

He didn't use it like you wanted him to, but you weren't necessarily disappointed by it. The days carried as usual, and Seonghwa happened to be over at your apartment, talking about how he got into it with his roommate.

"He keeps touching my stuff," Seonghwa crinkles his nose in disgust. "And he doesn't even put it back right! I'm sure he's broken one of my figurines and just glued it together." He huffs and crosses his arms.

You set your mug on the dinner table down, crossing your legs as you try not to laugh. "Seonghwa...I don't think you should move out just cuz of that." You bite back your smile at his frowning face, "Did you ever just tell him not to?"

Seonghwa looks at you ludicrously, "Did I- Of course I did! You think I'm just gonna let this slide? No! I paid for it and I built them and it's just rude in general! Next time I see him, I'm going to-"

The front door knob jiggles, clicks and turns. The sounds make the two of you look in the direction of it before it opens.

Jongho enters, peeking his head in and eyeing the area. "I thought I heard someone. I could hear Seonghwa crying all the way from the car." He chucks his shoes off and replaces them with slippers. Seonghwa pouts beside you, "I'm not crying."

You giggle, watching your boyfriend set his coat on the couch and make his way to you. He kisses the top of your head and smiles, but something about it sends shivers down your spine.

"How was work? Are you hungry?" Jongho only shakes his head at your questions, "Work was stressful. Had to train the new guy, you know how that is." You hum at his answer, "Did you wanna try taking a nap? Maybe that'll help you relax."

That sinister smile appears again, but he shakes his head at your suggestions to try and mask it. "I think I'm fine here. What was Seonghwa crying about again?"

Jongho takes his place behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders and Seonghwa desperately claims he is not crying.

"His roommate Dan-"

"It's San."

"Sorry," you apologize, rolling your eyes at Seonghwa's correction. "His roommate San is giving him a hard time. Touching his things and going in his room unannounced."

Though you can't see, Jongho nods at the information. His fingers gently begin to kneed into your shoulders, going up to your neck before traveling back down. His touch is cold from the outside, but still soft. You involuntarily shiver.

"Sounds like he is giving you a hard time," Jongho gives a deep sigh. "Did you tell him to stop?"

Seonghwa makes a sound of frustration. "Jesus christ you two are the exact same! No shit I did. But he thinks he can wiggle his way out of trouble just cuz he's handsome."

"Still, it can't be all bad. Don't you have like what...two? Three roommates?" You ask, ignoring how Jongho dips his fingers underneath the top of your shirt. The tips of his fingers brush against the swell of your breasts before going back up. Seonghwa's eyes briefly drop to your chest before locking eyes with you. It was so quick, had you blinked you might've missed it.

"I...Yeah, one other roommate. Totally opposite," he swallows thickly. "He's fine, it's just San I can't stand."

Jongho gets brave, opting to slide his hands over your clothed breasts down to your hips. He squeezes your flesh then travels up, slowly making his way until his palms cup over your tits again. He pushes them together and jiggles.

Seonghwa and you give the same reaction, gasping wide-eyed. You take hold of his wrist with one hand while your other grips the underside of your seat. "J-Jongho what are you..." He moves your mounds up and down, squeezing and giggling at your shocked state.

"What do you mean?" He gives a gummy smile. "I'm just doing what you asked me to."

A particularly harsh clutch makes you whine. Your hips lift from the chair for a second, as if trying to get friction in the air. Shyly, you look Seonghwa's way to see him in a quiet state of shock. Still, you catch the way his tongue pokes from his mouth. A habit you noticed he does when he sees something he likes.

"I can go," Seonghwa gulps nervously. "I-I should go." Before he has the chance to stand to his feet, Jongho shakes his head, "Go? Weren't you just talking about your roommate? Don't you wanna get that off your chest first?"

"I...I no...my roommate..." Seonghwa's words die in his mouth when your boyfriend moves his hands to lift your shirt over your chest. Jongho places the hem in your mouth, a silent instruction for you to bite down on the material. You listen dutifully as Jongho then spills your tits from your bra.

Your nipples are already hard from how roughly Jongho was playing with them. Your boyfriend pinches your hardened buds and rolls them between his thumb and forefinger. A soft whimper leaves your lips.

"Oh my god," Seonghwa's eyes look like they're going to pop from his sockets. "Why are you- Is she okay with this?" He painfully tears his eyes away from your bare boobs to look at your face. Seonghwa inspects for any signs of discomfort, but he only finds your cheeks flushed. You bite your lower lip to suppress your moans, but his intense stare makes you want to fold.

Jongho laughs at the innocent questions. "Did you hear him? He's asking if you're alright." You feel Jongho lean down until his mouth is at your ear, warm breaths ghosting over your skin, "Why don't you tell him whose idea this was?"

You turn your head the other way, unable to meet Seonghwa's eyes. Jongho smiles against your neck and tenderly pecks your skin. The soft nips and bites send shivers throughout your body, and the throbbing in your cunt begins to get unbearable.

Maybe if you ignore the burning humiliation and listen to your boyfriend instead, he'll reward you.

Timidly, you pick your head up and look at the overly aroused Seonghwa. "It was my idea. I...I just wanna be a good girl for Jongho. Use me whenever he wants."

Seonghwa's lips part at your confession, his eyes darkening. Jongho's smile turns into a wicked grin. It feels like you're a deer caught by two lions, only you're hoping to be eaten.

"Dirty little thing I have, huh?" Jongho turns his attention to Seonghwa. "I bet her pussy's all wet. You can take off her underwear." Jongho kisses the sensitive part under your ear, "Put your legs up on the chair baby."

You pick your legs up and place your heels on the edge of the chair. There's hardly any room, but you keep your knees tucked as Seonghwa carefully slips from his seat. He moves slowly, assessing the situation. If he moves too fast, he thinks he might scare you away. But that's hardly an option for you when you see him bend to his knees, lifting your skirt higher until your panties are exposed.

He sucks in a sharp breath, eyes going to yours then Jongho's.

"Well?" Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow at Seonghwa's reaction. There's a sense of panic that runs through you. Is he not really in the mood? Did he snap out of it? Does he not like it? Your worries are settled when Seonghwa's lips turn to a shy smile, cheekbones poking out.

"She's so wet. I can see it through her underwear." Seonghwa gently traces the crease of your outlined pussy. The soft touch makes your hips buck, and a loud moan is finally released. You didn't realize how much you needed to be touched. Jongho laughs at your trembling state, hips chasing Seonghwa's hand.

Just when Seonghwa hooks his finger on the side of your underwear. Jongho stops him. "You know what Hyung," Jongho's lips turn to a pout as he thinks. "Keep it on. Just touch her like that."

You whine at his change of instructions. "Jongho..." You tilt your head back to peer at him. "But I'm being good." Your boyfriend keeps his lower lip jutting out as he responds, "You don't get whatever you want just because you're being good."

You're about to argue when Jongho squeezes your breasts. You moan and arch your back, twisting your head down to Seonghwa who patiently waits for the green light. A small nod from your boyfriend is enough permission.

He uses his thumb first, running it up and down your slit. Even through the underwear, he can feel the hotness of your cunt. When Seonghwa reaches your clit, he presses down.

"Oh!" You shake at the pressure. Your thighs threaten to snap on his head, but you keep them open. Soft whimpers and pretty gasps leave your wet lips when he rubs his thumb in circles over your nub. Jongho mimics the movements on your nipples, rolling and twisting until you're panting.

"D-do you like it?" Seonghwa can't help but ask. Even if your body obviously shows the great amount of pleasure you're in, he needs to hear it from your own mouth.

You nod manically, hair getting in your face. "So much. I like it so much, Hwa."

The praise gets to his head, and cock, more than Seonghwa would like to admit. It's all too much for him, your breathy moans, the way Jongho plays with your pretty tits, your covered cunt displayed in front of him. He licks his lips again, looking up to the man squeezing those perfect breasts. "Can I lick her?"

You throw your head back at the question. You know the type of tongue he has, the length, how pink it is. Even if you don't have the energy to speak, you beg Jongho with your batting eyes. Your boyfriend looks between to two of you before signing defeatedly, "Just keep her underwear on."

It's Seonghwa's nose you feel first. The tip of it brushing against your clit while his lips run over your swollen ones. They're so warm, so soft even if your underwear is in the way. He lets his bottom teeth graze over your cunt, making you squeal.

His burning tongue finally laps over your slit. Starting from the bottom, and going up. You sob, both in frustration and desire. It feels good, more than you could have ever thought was possible. But that thin layer of fabric gets in the way of you really feeling it. Feeling Seonghwa's salvia mix with your arousal, his tongue raw on your cunt.

"Seonghwa please," you beg. "Take it off. I need to feel you."

Jongho pulls one hand away from your breasts before you feel it connect again rather harshly. You cry out at the slap, but he gives you no time to recover. He digs his fingers into your tender flesh to hear you weep more.

"Didn't I say that's not allowed?" He questions you with a tut. "What a waste. I was gonna let him make you cum too."

"No!" You feel your eyes welling with tears. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! It was an accident, Jongho, please. I didn't mean it I swear." You try and apologize your way out of it. But Jongho's grip doesn't let up. He smacks your breast again, pretending to act as though he's disappointed.

"And you're lying to me. I don't think you're a good girl after all."

The sob that wrecks through you is genuine. It even makes Seonghwa stop to look at you, making sure you're not truly in distress. There's a soft look in his eyes, somewhat pitiful. He looks up at Jongho who only looks down at him. "If you let her cum, I won't let you play with her again," he threatens.

That's enough to make Seonghwa obey. He gives you a sheepish look, "Sorry."

His muted kisses resume, this time harder. It seems like Seonghwa enjoys the idea of teasing you, even if he has a false look of sincerity. All you can do is try and ride his beautiful face before he pulls away at the last second. He watches you vibrate with ruined orgasms, watches those tears fall down your reddened cheeks, and looks at how your boobs begin to bruise with Jongho's fingers.

You don't know how long it lasts, you don't even know if the sopping arousal between your thighs is really from you due to the sheer amount. But you do know that when Seonghwa leaves for the night with a throbbing tent in his pants, Jongho still won't let you cum.

And he'll make you wear that underwear for the rest of the day.

a/n: first long ateez fic whhaaa kinda nervous about ittttt, tell me how you liked ittt (hopefully)

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thenewblackcanvas · 9 months

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7 nurses, 2 patients

poly!ateez

The coincidence of getting appendicitis at the same time as your boyfriend was a bit unbelievable. The recovery started off as a frenzied hellscape despite having just arrived home. You and Mingi wanted nothing more than to sleep but with 7 boyfriends ranging from a chaotic babygirl that never shuts up to an overprotective mother that insists on cleaning every 15 minutes you two can’t seem to keep your eyes closed. Originally he was in his own room but he was lonely. How he was lonely with at least one boyfriend coming in constantly you weren’t sure but you did like holding his hand as you relaxed in the comfy bed.

After a few hours of this you finally spoke to Seonghwa and Hongjoong, the parents finally ushering the kids out to give you time to actually rest. You knew it wouldn’t last long but you would savor the time while you had it.

Fully relaxed you were still having some discomfort but not in pain. Unlike the poor boy you were holding hands with.

“I’ve never been in pain in my life”

You give him a silent look but squeeze his hand anyway playing the next YouTube video.

Soon you hear the chorus of footsteps. “The nurses are coming”

7 men pile into the room- food, water, meds, heat pads, books all in tow. They’re trying to keep it down but god knows they just can’t. Immediately Woosan get into a whispered dispute about the food.

Matz are fussing over you both respectively, switching so they can each talk to both of you.

Yeo2ho quietly yet chaotically clean the old food containers and water bottles. Dropping some and laughing about it.

Then just like that the door closes behind the last one.

They’re gone. The storm of your boyfriends care had come and gone in an instant and it was dizzying.

“Were they really even here??” He questions

“Well wooyoung ate a chunk of my food and Hongjoong dropped a book on my foot then left it so I think so.”

Just then woo slinks back in and steals another bite and a kiss from both of you before slinking back out.

You two stare at the door. Chaotic.

#ateex x reader #poly ateez #poly!ateez #mingi x reader #ateez fluff #mingi fluff #old draft #ateez comfort #ateez comfort fic #mingi comfort #mingi comfort fic #this barbie is sad - i needed a comfort fic from my drafts but i have so damn many #felt like i needed to cry my eyes out but i couldn't so i found this draft instead

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twisted-tales-of-all · 6 months

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Chain of Circumstance

Summary: When movie night gets postponed, you and Wooyoung pass the time waiting for your boyfriend, but he gets right back at you for leaving him out. Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x gender-ambiguous Reader x Jeong Yunho Genre: Smut, slice of life, One-Shot Tropes: poly!AU, non-idol!AU, caught in the act, dom!Yunho, switch!Wooyoung, switch!reader Word Count: 1.5K Contains: adjustment to relatively-new poly relationship/lifestyle, pet names (love, good boy), commando-enthusiast!WY, praise, body worship, nipple play, light bondage, teasing, MxM, thigh riding, orgasm denial, masturbation A/N: apologies for the wait on this one, @madebykimchi but here's your request. Thank you for requesting, We hope you enjoy.

All set up for movie night in comfortable pajamas in your boyfriend's bed, you and Wooyoung wait for Yunho to get home from the office. When an hour passes, you call your missing boyfriend to ask where he is. When he apologetically explains that he's working late to finish an important assignment with VIP clients, you pout but express your understanding of the situation.

"I'll still be home in time to watch with you both, so don't you dare start the movie without me."

"Yessir. Now, finish quickly. We'll be waiting."

Ending the call with a loving tone, you place the phone in your lap before turning to the pouty boy beside you to explain the situation. Complaining about the drawback to your routine, Wooyoung whines about being needy and already waiting too long.

"Woo, you're needy? Why didn't you say something earlier, love? I could always help you."

His eyes brighten as if having a revelation that you could help him too. After inviting him into the relationship, you and Yunho have noticed his struggles to adapt to having two partners, but you've both been patient and helpful during his adjustment. Apologizing for forgetting, he asks if you'd be willing to help him.

"No need to apologize, Wooyoung. You're used to monogamy - it'll take a bit to fully adjust. But I'm always here for you, and I'll definitely help if you can't wait for Yunho."

"Would that be okay? That's not cheating or anything- well, I know it's not cheating, since we're dating, but... y'know?"

Giggling at his confusion, you pull him to your chest, patting his head as you reassure him that it should all be okay, "After all, he can join whenever he gets home."

Comfortable with your explanation, he looks up at you with pleading eyes and asks to kiss you. Loosening your hug to let him wiggle up, you accept his kiss openly. Within seconds, his quick pecks turn into lust-filled kisses that leave you both panting whenever your lips leave each other's for a moment.

Kissing his cheek, his chin, and down his neck, you find yourself quickly entranced by your boyfriend's neediness. In similar situations over the past weeks, he found himself overwhelmed with anxiety and nerves quickly settling his lust, but this time is different. You feel confidence upon his lips, taste his urges upon his skin. He bears everything to you, ignoring any past anxieties and giving in to the feeling of your soft lips exploring his body.

"Please," he breathes while grinding himself against you.

Lightly pushing him back, you lift your shirt over your head and hear him swallow back his saliva at the reveal of your glistening skin. With his eyes locked on your torso, he doesn't follow your cues to remove his shirt, so you reach for the hem yourself, pulling the oversized shirt over his head swiftly.

"You're so gorgeous."

The unexpected praise raises the temperature in your face, but he doesn't even notice as he coaxes you to lay back onto Yunho's pillows and explores your body with his mouth. Leaving small hickeys on your collarbones and circling his tongue around your nipples, the boy appears to drown in you - focused only on tasting every inch of you. With his hands on your hips, he creates a belt of kisses along your waist as his fingers massage your skin. Your head falls back as you enjoy the softness of his actions, feeling like the most beautiful person on the planet as he praises and worships your body.

With his fingers on the hem of your sleep shorts, he asks whether he can remove them. Jokingly, you urge him to remove his first. Without hesitation, he follows your command, slipping free from his shorts to reveal his bare crotch, giving you the time to flip the positions.

"No underwear, Woo?" You tease as you press a hand against his chest to push him into the plush bed.

Following his actions, you kiss his body all over, paying close attention to when he whines - kissing his inner thighs or right next to his nipples, dragging your fingers lightly over his skinny waist, sucking on his hips or collarbones.

Too into learning his body, you don't hear Yunho come home. You assume Wooyoung doesn't hear either, as you both jump when you hear his voice.

"Without me? And in my bed, too? Tsk, tsk." The click of his tongue forces Wooyoung to tense underneath you, but you play along to Yunho's teasing tone.

"Join us, Yuyu~! We wanted to wait, but you were taking too long. Woo really wanted you, y'know. He pouted when you said you still had to work."

"What a good boy. That must mean you told him not to wait?" The question meets you with a raised eyebrow.

You admit to telling Wooyoung that you can help him, and you feel Wooyoung relax a bit more as he knows you're covering for him and taking the blame upon yourself. He feels protected despite his fear about getting caught by his boyfriend.

"Guess I'll have to punish you both accordingly. It's our night together; you're supposed to wait for me. Y/N, get off him."

You roll over to lay beside Wooyoung, and Yunho takes your previous position above him. Quickly undoing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, Yunho uses the necktie to bind your hands to his headboard, instructing you to watch and wait. As the white shirt falls from his shoulders to reveal his toned chest and shoulders, you feel Wooyoung squirm in anticipation, forgetting the earlier mention of punishment.

"You're so pretty for me, Wooyo. Are you this hard after only seeing me this much?" Yunho teases, grazing his hand over his boyfriend's throbbing cock. "I love you looking like this, all ready for me to play with."

Seeing Yunho tease Wooyoung turns you on more than you expect, and you want nothing more than to touch yourself to the view. As Yunho kisses Wooyoung softly, letting his lips drag down to the smaller boy's jaw, you whine, hoping to call Yunho's attention.

"Shh," he responds with his lips still pressed against Wooyoung's body. In between kisses to his boyfriend's chest, he reminds you, "This is punishment, for not waiting, remember?"

As the taller boy locks his lips around Wooyoung's nipple and sucks hard, you hear the younger's voice hitch in his throat at the sensation. With one hand on his other nipple and the other around his waist, Yunho pleasures Wooyoung calmly and confidently, operating with a skill you hadn't seen before. Is this how beautiful it looks when Yunho plays with you?

Fighting your urges, you find your legs rubbing together to give yourself any sort of sensation you can. Progressing without thinking about your movements, Yunho knows you can't get much enjoyment out of your actions. He kisses Wooyoung's thighs, moving vloser to his sex with each kiss.

Wooyoung begs for more, explaining that he can't wait any longer. Hearing this, Yunho stops abruptly and speaks in a deep voice.

"Neither of you get to cum. This will teach you how to wait. My turn."

Getting off the bed, Yunho carefully pulls off his slacks and folds them away to not ruin them. You and Wooyoung both salivate seeing the large bulge in his underwear, but neither of you have the slightest idea what he's planning at this point. Quickly discarding his underwear, he walks over and undoes your binds before sitting in between his partners, back against the headboard. He pats his thighs and looks between you and Wooyoung, waiting for one of you to move. As you hover over his lap, he opens his legs wide enough to acommodate both of you, with one on each thigh.

"Go on, move. You cannot cum or there will be tougher punishment, but you can ride my thighs while I please myself."

"Can't we help you?" You ask, hoping he'll ease up slightly.

"You will. My two gorgeous partners riding my thighs will give me a wonderful show to masturbate to. Don't think I'm unaware that you'll enjoy putting your mouth on my cock - I'm not giving you that enjoyment tonight, love."

As you and Wooyoung grind against Yunho's thighs, Yunho takes his sweet time as he pumps himself to the view. When his neediness takes over his patience, you hear it in his voice as his moans turn into high-pitched whines. A couple of times, Yunho finishes and breathes out a deep exhale.

"Alright, that was fun," he squeezes you and Wooyoung together in a tight hug as he continues, "Let's go wash up and actually start that movie, finally."

For the rest of the night, Yunho spoils you both. He focuses on you a bit more to balance the lack of attention during sex. From washing and drying your hair for you to grabbing your favorite snacks from the pantry, the older boy makes up for the punishment he inflicted without explicitly saying that, and the three of you fall asleep together without finishing the movie, cuddling together in Yunho's king-sized bed.

#cultofdionysusnet #wonderlandnet #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop smut #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez smut #ateez yunho #ateez wooyoung #jung wooyoung #jeong yunho #poly!ateez #poly ateez x reader

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kiwi-solace · 1 year

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Yandere!Ateez: How You Meet (Pairs)

Warnings: pussy eating, *cough* eiffel tower *cough*, unprotected sex, creampie, yandere themes: obsession, implied stalking and legit stalking for now, dubious consent. If this isn’t your cup of tea, then kindly skip.

Word Count: 6.3k

A/N: Soooo February is coming up and even though I have not written in so long (college and other stuff) I wanna get back into it. Plus I am lacking in yandere content (my guilty pleasure) so I decided fuck it I’ll do it myself lol. Plus y’all can’t tell me you don’t find yandere!ateez fun. BUT, I have to layout the groundwork first from the beginning before diving on into their profiles. I did not mean for San and Wooyoung’s to end up as a straight up smut. I haven’t written smut since like 2017 so that was a shock lmao. No beta read we die like men 👀

♡ THIS IS NOT A REAL REFLECTION OF THEM IN LIFE ♡

♡ Hongjoong - Seonghwa ♡

Order, Dilligence

Every few months, you like to dress in your best evening gown and treat yourself to the city's best operas. Normally these places are out of your price range, but your college had managed a deal with the opera house with its prestigious drama department. However, you don’t go unless you feel you’ve earned it by successfully passing a critique, surviving midterms or finals, and other things of the sorts. Just last week you finished by not only surviving your finals week, but passing with flying colors that included your critiques for pieces that made you feel passion you hadn’t felt in a long time. Why not let that passion grow by watching a show stopping performance practiced and perfected by performers out of your league in expertise? It’s a chance to finally relax and enjoy the arts surrounding you.

You know it’s common for the wealthy to appear at the opera house on a regular basis, which gave you a lovely excuse to buy an elegant gown, but you knew to stay out of the way for the most part. The last thing you wanted was to get on the wrong side of some celebrity or accidentally offend someone’s future CEO. On the other hand, this was a great opportunity to grow your network and make connections that would help you out in the near future and you will one day–you just haven’t worked up the courage to do so. That didn’t stop you from random conversations during intermissions and finalies on occasion, which brings you to your current situation. It’s unfortunate you know the celebrity that you caught the attention of would only cause trouble rather than provide any future positive aspects into your life. Little did you know during this interaction two stark personalities were watching you closely from the private balconies.

“I appreciate the kind words Jinyoung, but I believe there are far better prospects in this room than just me.”

“Nonsense. Nothing could be better than your divine presence. I should be thanking you for letting me be this close,” he smirks as he leans in closer, arm snaking behind your back. You can feel the stares this is garnering and the malice of envious women are even louder. You start to shuffle away in an effort to get away from his grasp, but his grip only tightens at the movement making you fall stiff in the denial of your efforts. “Trying to get away doll?”

You really want to roll your eyes at that. “I just think it’d be more appropriate for the setting if we were not so close to each other. I do not want to ruin your reputation.” You could care less. What you do care about, is the amount of attention you’re earning yourself instead of staying the invisible nobody you believed you were. It’s nice to pretend once in a while and act like you are desired by such high profile people, though you actively avoid trouble as you’d not like to be on the receiving end of hate campaigns online or in person. “I appreciate the consideration, but I can’t let such a person leave me now,” he purrs. In that moment, you spot a glint in his eyes that wasn’t there before making you freeze in place before you could comprehend what was happening. It seemed like everything stopped around you, including your own body against your will. As panic begins to settle in, two figures approach behind you and one of them places a hand on your shoulder, making you jolt in place.

If you weren’t in such a public setting, you’d be freaking out at Jinyoung, wondering what the hell just happened to you. You’re cursing him in your head as the fear that rose starts to turn into anger when a voice from behind you brings you back to the situation at hand. “Who’s this lovely lady Jinyoung?” a deep voice says. You shift your body to face the mysterious speaker only to come face to face with the city’s most prestigious CEOs and high society couple–Park Seonghwa and Kim Hongjoong.

Your eyes widen as you acknowledge their presence and politely bow to them. “A lady with manners is always a plus in my book,” Seonghwa states as he gives you a quick once over then turning his attention to the now silently glaring Jinyoung. “I’m sure you won’t mind us stealing her from you now would you Jinyoung?” Hongjoong questions, but anyone watching could tell it was rhetorical. You don’t know why you willingly looped your arm around Seonghwa’s arm as you made eye contact. You don’t know why everyone seemed to be looking away as they moved out of your way when the three of you walked towards the exit. You don’t know why you willingly got into their limo, squeezed between the both of them even when there was ample space to spread out. Your mind felt empty. Nothing was being comprehended besides bits and pieces of conversation between the two of them and sometimes aimed at you.

“Just let us lead you doll, we’ll take care of you,” Hongjoong cooed as he hooks his arm around your lower back. “You were right on coming tonight Seonghwa. It seems like others have become just as intoxicated with her as us.”

“When am I ever wrong dear?” He smirks. “But this little stunt will bring some unwanted press unfortunately…we should also do something about Jinyoung touching what’s ours,” he scowls.

“Nothing we haven’t taken care of before. You know the drill by now,” Hongjoong’s eyes gaining that similar glint before he steels his face as they approach their limo waiting for them.

“Ah~ our love is finally with us darling,” Seonghwa purred as he tucked his face in the crook of your neck and took a deep breath. “Even with all the years of life we had, she’s the most intoxicating I’ve ever been connected to…besides you love.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Hongjoong laughs as he mirrors Seonghwa, dragging his unusually sharp teeth along your neck. Had you been in a better conscious state, you would’ve pulled away from the both of them. None of this was making sense. You felt trapped in your own body, thrown into the lion’s den in their presence as the driver began the journey to god knows where.

“W-where…” you attempt to speak, but it’s taking much more energy than you can expel at the moment. An intense wave of exhaustion washing over you just from that one word.

“Oh. Our love really is meant for us. No one is able to even utter a word when compelled by you Seonghwa~” Hongjoong teases before leaving a light peck in the crook of your neck and sitting up. “But this better not be a sneak peak of future disobedience,” he sighs. “So troublesome.”

Seonghwa laughs a little as he also sits up and rests his hand on your thigh. “She’ll be the perfect little pet in no time even if she did Joongie. She is our soulmate after all. She’s the missing piece to us.” He pauses to turn your head towards him, a smile gracing his face as his eyes begin to glow an ominous red. “You can rest (y/n), we’re finally taking you home where you belong with us.”

And with that final command, you lean into him and fall into a deep slumber.

♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

♡ Yeosang - Jongho ♡

Service, Attentive

Had you known you would be catering your kingdom’s royal anniversary party you’d think someone was playing a prank on you. In fact, you still think it’s all a dream as you and your team bring in the large order of pastries into the kitchen to be inspected and set up in the ballroom for the kingdom’s kings to celebrate their anniversary of taking the throne a millennia ago. You weren’t alive when they first began their rule, only being a young enough witch, your kind isn’t really known for their longevity in age unlike other supernatural beings in the world. It really all depends on the class and path your magic chooses. You had known since young that you weren’t cut out for the more offensive or combat driven magic. Enjoying helping others, you learned that you could pair spells into objects including food to be digested for the masses. After years of training and perfecting your technique, you finally opened your own modest bakery that sold pastries based on health, luck, and fortune. Each category had varying effects, but your strongest spells were the ones in health, including longevity and especially disease ridding spells. It had become the talk of your small seaside town that had spread through the kingdom within a few years that led you here, in the kingdom’s grand palace today.

It was last month when a messenger had come to her bakery with a royal summons in hand. At first you thought they had the wrong witch in mind, you were only a small bakery owner with a bit of witchiness to add onto it. Very modest. But the messenger insisted the letter was for you and you were to cater for the upcoming anniversary with a variety of your pastries for the established guests that would be attending along with the majesties. Ever since then, you had been working nonstop with organizing the spells for the increased number of people you’d be serving along with your regular customers throughout the normal work day. To say you were tired was an understatement, but you can’t say it wasn’t worth it as you passed through the threshold of the palace. You never imagined you’d be able to step foot into the palace let alone potentially meet the majesties. You’ve heard many rumors about them ranging from their ethereal beauty to their dominating presence. Growing up in a town on the outskirts of the kingdom doesn’t grant you many opportunities if at all seeing them in the flesh. Even in their routine visits around the kingdom, it’s been recorded that they’ve only approached your town a handful of times. Times you weren’t even born yet.

Setting up was easy with the palace servants aiding their help to move things along faster than it would’ve taken if it had been just you and your team of your five apprentices. As you worked, you heard a range of excited whispers about the presence of the kings nearby. Apparently the servants have seen less and less of them over the years for some unknown reason. Many guessed it could be as small as needing a break, but some had believed one of them had fallen ill. You hope it wasn’t the last reason, knowing if that were true they’d have eager invaders in a heartbeat and your town would be one of the firsts to go. The health of the kings is the strength of the kingdom. By the time you dismissed your team to change for the party, the sun had started to set and guests were beginning to arrive at the gates. You knew it wouldn’t be until another thirty minutes when they’d be allowed to enter the ballroom, so you went ahead to change yourself and look for the garden you had spotted when walking through one of the long corridors.

With a few slips up on the path, you manage to find yourself in the middle of the royal garden. You wander around until you see a fountain up ahead surrounded by the tall shrubbery that lines the path beautifully. The sun dips lower, painting the sky in pink and purple hues signaling the moon’s takeover soon. Every passing minute you can feel your own magic radiate underneath your fingertips. Now that you think about it, you don’t usually feel your magic this strongly even when there’s a full moon at its highest peak. You were far from being the strongest witch, but it didn’t mean you were weak either. As you approach the fountain you gaze into its tranquil ripples as you try to pinpoint why almost your entire body starts to vibrate until you hear a sharp sound to your right, alerting you of another presence. The man you come face to face almost takes your breath away as he stares directly at you, questioning. You opened your mouth to greet him, but before you could say a word, you felt an overwhelming pressure suddenly drop onto your shoulders as he continued to stare. He seems to notice your discomfort and approaches you to lift a hand to your arm. “Are you alright?” His voice was much deeper than you expected from the way he looked, but it was a pleasant surprise.

His touch also not only lifted the pressure you felt, but reigned in you magic tenfold. “I am okay now, thank you,” you smile and take a deep breath, noticing he hadn’t let go yet. “Did you come to see the sunset in this garden?” Being silent would only make things awkward with a stranger, and you’ll be damned to embarrass yourself even once in front of him. You can already feel your skin heat up from his lingering touch.

“Yes I did. I believed I needed a time of peace before I made my appearance in the ballroom.” He smiles. You look away from him and at his hand to avoid any more unnecessary eye contact. Just his presence makes you nervous, and you’ve never been one to flirt. Following your gaze, he pulls his hand away seemingly embarrassed to have forgotten he was holding you. “I apologize for touching you without permission. While I wanted to soothe your magic, in turn it began to soothe my own being.” He pauses before stepping away from you toward the palace. “I hope to see you at the party later,” he says before making a swift exit, leaving you alone with your thoughts. The encounter felt important, and yet you couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason why. In addition, just his touch was able to reign in your magic, which was already alarming, but your magic seemed to soothe him too if what he said was true. Shaking your head, you decide to compartmentalize that for later deconstruction. As of now, you had a party to attend.

You and your team of apprentices stuck to your display of pastries as the guests mingled and danced with one another. Occasionally, you’d try to push your apprentices to make connections and you could stay and answer any questions the guests had for each pastry available, but they insisted on staying by your side. It wasn’t until a bit halfway through the majesties finally made their appearance, the air changing with the pressure they brought and the guests all stilled and to bow their way. Before you could bow, you stood shocked as you realized the man you spoke to in the garden was none other than one the kings and you barely showed your respect. You moved quickly to bow before the situation fully settled in. As you rose along with the other guests you could feel his stare on you, but you refused to raise your head in their direction as they were announced to the guests. The one you met was none other than King Yeosang and next to him was King Jongho who looked more beautiful than the rumors could supply.

You may have not realized it now, or even as the party progressed and made their rounds, but Yeosang couldn’t get his mind off of you. No one outside of Jongho could settle his turbulent soul and calm his rampant energy that has only grown more restless as the years went on. They’re in a time of peace, while that is good for the wellbeing of their people, it’s not in their nature to remain so kind, so his soul has been more than disobedient ever since. When he left the garden, he made a beeline to Jongho to tell him of this experience. He had to share the news of a particular witch he encountered that was able to achieve such a feat, but knowing how protective Jongho is, he wasn’t surprised by his apprehensive curiosity. They planned to keep you here close to them to explore this new revelation and see if you really are their missing piece.

Their queen.

♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

♡ Mingi - Yunho ♡

Protection, Adoration

It had been years since you returned to your hometown you think as you open your childhood bedroom door. Ever since you graduated high school, you were college bound in the big city and haven't looked back since. It wasn’t until almost five years later with constant pestering from your family and old friends you decided to finally visit. Placing your bags down next to your closet door, you move over to your window sill to gaze at the old yet familiar view of the right behind your house. You recall your friends growing up had always been afraid to sleep over your house and would only come during the day time. By the time the sun would threaten to set, they’d be long gone so you would usually be the one to travel to them after the fifth disappearance happened while in your middle school years.

Your friends always wondered how you weren’t afraid of the forest right outside your window, but you shrugged off their concerns and told them you didn’t believe the rumors, knowing damn well the people that would go missing were very real. Denial can be a powerful thing if you put your mind to it. Though you know the real reason why you never felt afraid was far from the more rational side of reality. A pull to the forest had always been felt by you, even as you gaze at it now, a deep longing is felt. When you moved away, that longing only increased tenfold as you went to pursue your dreams, to the point after these five years, you couldn’t take it anymore. You know you shouldn’t walk into that dark forest, the light being unable to pierce through its density even in the bright hours of day, and yet you find yourself getting up to leave the house in a daze. It’s like an out of body experience before you realize you’re at the edge of the forest not long after. In shock, you take a deep breath and look at your surroundings to see if anyone could see you standing at the forest edge. I shouldn’t do this–but you must. Even your thoughts are contradicting themselves as you take the first step to cross the threshold. The crunch of the fall leaves sounds louder in the stark silence, making you hesitate on taking your next step. Last chance to back out. Closing your eyes, you take another step, releasing the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. You open your eyes to take in the reality of things and turn around only to not see the houses that were once there. Only darkness surrounds you now–panic begins to settle in at your current situation.

“How…” you say to no one but yourself, unable to believe what just happened. Steeling your nerves as best as you can, you turn forward to continue moving, hoping you’d find something that could help lead you back out of this unknown maze this is turning out to be. You don’t know how long you had been wandering, the concept of time lost on you when the sun and moon isn’t there to lend a hand, all you do know is that you’re being watched. That telltale feeling as if something or someone is staring at you hasn’t left ever since you began your path further into the forest. No matter how many times you checked around yourself, you couldn’t find anything except more trees and plants. You haven’t even seen a single animal in this forest adding onto its eerie nature.

Far up ahead, you think you can see the forest lighting up as if there was a light at the end of this endless tunnel. This could be the edge of the forest you were looking for to get back to your home! With that thought, you pick up your pace, not wanting to fully run to conserve energy, but the desire to get out of this forest is overpowering the longing you originally felt that brought you here in the first place. Approaching this edge, you stop in your tracks at the sight you’re met with. A beautiful flower field stretches beyond you as the sun bathes it with its rays. Wandering further in, you’re amazed that something so beautiful was hidden in this dark forest–it almost feels like an entirely different plane of existence. Where the forest filled you with fear of the unexpected and a cold feeling, this field wrapped you in its warmth and happiness as you sat in a patch of grass, careful to not crush any of the neighboring flowers. Looking back up at the sky you see that the sun hasn’t reached its highest point, which means it was still morning. At most maybe two hours had passed since you entered the forest, yet it feels much longer than that. Sighing, you lay back onto the soft grass, lost in your own thoughts of how you got yourself in this situation. Why have other people get you into bad situations when you can do it perfectly fine by yourself, you laugh to yourself at that.

You don’t know when you dozed off, the comforting warmth of the morning sun and the peaceful atmosphere the flower field created leaving you in a tranquil daze, but by the time you woke up the sun was a bit past its highest peak in the day. Blinking away your sleepiness, you don’t register the furry warmth on either side of you, nor the curious yet excited eyes that watch your every move. Lifting yourself to sit up, you yawn and stretch out, arms rising and falling to the side only to land on furry warm bodies instead of the cool grass below you, making you jolt in place. An embarrassingly high squeal comes out as one of the large wolves to your right, with a warm auburn color sits up and brings its face closer to yours. You move to pull back away from you, until you realize the wolf with black fur moved behind you to keep you from moving away, all with an excited tail wagging at an alarming speed. Why are they so excited? If I were their prey I feel like I should feel way more alarmed than just the confusion and shock I have as of now. The auburn wolf moves to clumsily lay in your lap as you’re lost in your thoughts, ignoring the fact its way larger than what your lap could hold. Its whines bring you out of your thoughts to focus solely on them. “H-hello?” You don’t know why you’re talking to it, but from the way it’s looking at you, you can’t help yourself from trying.

The wolf from behind you scoffs and shifts to move in front of you as well. He eyes the auburn wolf and tries to push them off of your lap with their nose, causing adorable whines from them as they reluctantly get up to sit in front of you instead. The black wolf then barks at you before raising its paw to you. With how incredulous this situation is, you’re not surprised at yourself when you lift your hand to grasp their paw in your hand. When you woke up in your cottage today, you didn’t think you’d be shaking hands…or paws with a wolf, but I guess you can check that off your imaginary list. The auburn wolf, annoyed with the lack of attention, rolls onto its back to attract your attention and maybe even a few belly rubs if it's being honest. You let go of the black wolf’s paw and let out a giggle at the display the other is showing. After a quick inspection, you come to realize the wolf was male and reach over to give a few tentative pets on his belly. His tail wags in approval as your petting becomes more confident. The black wolf begins to mimic its friend, wanting the same amount of affection and you happily oblige the both of them. While this interaction was bizarre, it was a welcome distraction from your daily work/life schedule.

People usually say to avoid the forest surrounding your hometown, but finding this flower field in addition to adorably cute wolves was making you think otherwise. If you hadn’t wandered in, you would’ve never had this experience. It wasn’t long until the sun started to set, alerting you to the time that has passed since you awoke from your unexpected nap. Getting up, the wolves perk up from their resting positions from your sudden movement. You sigh as you stretch out from sitting for an extended period of time and turn to face the both of them. “It was nice spending time with you both, but I have to get home now,” you smile as you turn to leave towards the direction you came. However, you only make it to the edge of the clearing before the large black wolf runs in front of you, interrupting your path. Stunned at first, you move to go around the wolf and wave, but he only follows to block you again. The auburn wolf joins him at his side and growls as you move to step aside once again, causing fear to slowly well up inside you. “I have to get home you guys, it’ll be dark soon,” you plead your case. You don’t know why you’re talking to them like they understand you, but their eyes seem to speak louder than your own words. The black wolf nudges you back as the other gently bites your sleeve to pull you in the opposite direction. You try to yank your arm back and move again, but their growls make you still in your movements. Will these wolves hurt me? What was I thinking to trust wild animals? You can’t help but talk down on yourself over ignoring the lessons that you’ve been taught since young.

There’s a reason those who enter this forest never leave and now you’re the next victim. Never enter the forest.

♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

♡ Wooyoung - San ♡

Infatuation, Dependance

“Sannn, we need another person, they’re not giving me enough energy,” Wooyoung whines as they exit the apartment complex their latest treat lives in.

“It’s not my fault you’re so insatiable,” San retorts with a knowing smile, “but I do agree, we’re gonna need someone new soon.” They continue their walk, traveling with no destination in mind at the moment as they discuss their plans when Wooyoung stops in his tracks before looking around. Even though it was still the middle of the night, it wasn’t hard for them to sense or see anything in the night.

“Over there,” he says and points across the street to you, walking briskly with your headphones in. San looks over in your direction and has to stop himself from running over and taking you right then and there. Normally they have their instincts under control, but even from this distance your soul smelled like the most appetizing treat they’ve had in a long time. Last time they had encountered a delicious soul like yours, they devoured them all that night, while he did regret not savoring them, they sure as hell had a memorable time they’ll never forget. But ever since then, it was like nobody ever lived up to the level their taste had been raised as they were left to feed from mediocre (at best) souls. “Well what are we waiting for,” San smiles as he and Wooyoung begin their trek to you.

On the other hand, you were quickly trying to return home after your shift. Tired from the day, and feeling tense, you’d like to unwind before taking yourself straight to bed afterwards. Seeing your apartment complex finally come into view, you pick up your pace until you’re stopped dead in your tracks by bumping into someone. You could’ve sworn you were the only one out here, but as you look up to see maybe the most handsome man you’ve laid eyes on with a friend with just as much beauty, you take a step back and begin to apologize.

“It’s no problem at all, I should’ve been watching where I was going,” San says as he steps to the side. You nod in response, afraid you’d make a fool of yourself if you opened your mouth. “You shouldn’t be out here alone, you know. We could walk you the rest of the way if you’d like,” Wooyoung offers as he steps towards you with a kind smile. Normally you’d have your alarms blaring in your head, but as you look at them, you can’t help but nod again to allow them to escort you. “Well then lead the way doll.”

It was a quick walk, and really didn’t need an escort, but who were you to say no to them. You could barely think of a coherent sentence let alone have rational thoughts. Now at the entrance to your building, you turn to thank them for escorting you and wish for them to get home safe.

“No problem at all. Hope you have sweet dreams tonight,” Wooyoung winks before they turn to leave.And boy did you have the sweetest of them all.

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You open your eyes when you hear a sudden to the left of you. You don’t know why, but you feel as if you were no longer alone in your room. Slowly turning your head you squint as your eyes try to adjust to the darkness, but are unable to see anything.

“Right here love,” a voice to your right suddenly says, causing you to jolt upright and look to see who’s beside you. You hear a giggle from your other side when you acknowledge the person beside you was one of the men that escorted you.

“W-wha–” you begin before you’re cut off with Wooyoung’s finger. “No need to think about it right now (y/n), we just want to pleasure you. Will you let us?” he asks as San from the other side of you pulls you closer to his lap. His lips trace your ear as they wait for your response, fingers lightly pulling at your shirt. “We can take care of you so well baby,” San whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your back. You whimper slightly from embarrassment of how much they affect you so easily, but also because in that moment San starts to nibble right below your ear, making you feel weak. Wooyoung, not wanting to be excluded from the fun, moves in front of you to open your legs and pull down your shorts.

“No panties?” he smirks at you before lowering himself to your thighs, trailing light kisses that evolve into full love bites the closer he gets to your core. San reaches around you to pull your shirt off and immediately grasps your breasts to fondle them. “No bra either,” he laughs, “it’s like she knew we’d be here.” San moves your head to the side to gain better access to your neck, then latches onto it without hesitation. Your soft pants egg Wooyoung on to finally lick your slit, causing you to instinctively close your legs, but he grabs onto both of your thighs and pushes them back, folding you.

“Let go for us (y/n), we’ll take good care of you. Right Youngie?” San smirks as he looks back at his partner lost in between his legs. He knows he’s not going to get a reply from him as he’s too lost in lapping at your lips to care about anything else around him. You yourself are lost in the feeling as Wooyoung begins to suck on your clit like his life depends on it and easily slips in two fingers in the meantime. San attaches his lips to yours, swallowing your moans and moves his hands to pinch at your nipples. Your breath hitches a bit at the pain followed by a loud moan as San lets his tongue wander your mouth, overpowering your tongue in an instant. You feel like you're going numb yet you’re being lit ablaze between the two. Tightening around Wooyoung’s fingers, he proceeds to add two more as he lifts his head to look at the state you’re in.

“Sannie, she tastes so good, can she be our pet?” Your walls pulsate around his fingers at the implication. You haven’t been able to explore your kinks before, only really having few vanilla experiences, but this is giving you the chance to explore things you never thought you’d like. You moan at the thought of being their pet, being taken care of, punished if you misbehave, but rewarded if you’re good…you need that in your life. Even if this is just a dream, you want this to continue every night if possible. Wooyoung doesn’t wait for a reply, focusing on increasing his pace and lifting his head to leave a trail of love bites along your abdomen. San presses himself against you from behind so you could feel the effect you had on him and what to anticipate.

“Of course Youngie, she can be our pretty kitty,” he purrs happily into your neck. You can barely hear him at this point, too focused on the familiar coil that’s ready to unravel. “I-I’m–” You don’t even get to finish your sentence as you feel Wooyoung pull away from you and hear both him and San laugh at your whines. “I was so close–” you lift yourself up a bit to face Wooyoung, “Why’d you stop?”

“Can’t let you cum unless it’s around one of us kitty,” he teases and finally removes the last few articles of clothing on him, San following suit. From there San moves to the top of the bed, pulling your legs closer to him as Wooyoung situates himself behind you. “On your hands and knees,” San commands as he taps your thigh. You flip over to get in position and look up to see Wooyoung positioning his cock in front of your face with a smirk. You felt him before he was fully hard, but you didn’t expect the size he grew too. What he lacked in girth he made up for in length and it left you salivating for it.

“Open wide kitty,” Wooyoung says and you happily oblige, his tip laying heavy on your tongue. You push yourself forward to take him in more, moaning at the taste and the breath he takes in above you before sighing from the relief. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth now, just relax,” he warns as you open your mouth wider, eagerly preparing for him. He starts out slow to give you a chance to find a proper rhythm before he begins to snap into you. His moans fall deliciously from his mouth, getting lost in the feeling of your mouth, you want nothing more than to give yourself to him. Losing yourself in the feeling of Wooyoung, you’re reminded of San behind you as he presses himself against your core, slowly trailing his cock up and down your slit before lining up with your hole.

“Don’t forget about me kitty, you’re doing so well for us,” he slowly begins to push inside of you, groaning as your walls greedily suck him in. “Fuck, such a slutty hole sucking me in like that kitty.” You moan pathetically around Wooyoung, your walls throbbing around him as he starts his relentless pace. San was thicker than his partner, and he knew how to use it, making sure he brushes against your g-spot with each thrust. If you were able to think before, they’ve successfully fucked you brainless. All you can try to ground yourself with is the intense grip you have on the sheets below you, but it’s not enough to take your mind away from the mind numbing pleasure being given to you. “Shit, she’s perfect for us Woo, how could we have gone so long without this,” he grunts, grip tightening on your love handles. “I’m sure our kitty would love to be bred all day everyday,” he smirks when he feels the effect his words have on you. “Such a dirty girl.”

“I’m sure she’d pass out before we got our fill,” he laughs in between his moans, pulling San forward for an intense kiss. San’s hips stutter a bit, getting lost in the feeling of his lover and his potential lover. After getting a taste of you, they can’t let anyone else even think of touching you.

Hearing them above you pushes you closer to your peak, bringing your hand to your clit to let you reach it quicker. At the movement, San breaks away from Wooyoung’s kiss, eliciting a whine from the latter, to focus on you. “She’s close Wooyoung, and so are you. Be good for me prettys and cum.” With those words, Wooyoung whines as he stills his hips, shoving his cock as down your throat as he can, spilling his seed down it. “Mm, I think she loves the taste of you, fuck,” San’s hips start to stutter, approaching his eye as your orgasm finally washes over you.

You don’t remember much after you came around San’s cock. You vaguely remember San pulling out of you after he reached his own high, making sure he made his claim deep inside of you before Wooyoung began the aftercare for you. “You did so well kitty, you were so good for us.”“Just rest love, you’ll need it for later,” you hear one of them laugh next to you. You feel yourself being tucked in and cuddled on either side of you. After being pleasantly filled, your mind is left fuzzy and you can’t help, but fade into darkness from the comfort being provided.

“We’re gonna have so much fun with you kitty~”

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halotopicecream · 2 years

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𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐀𝐭𝐳 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐅𝐭: Poly!Ateez x fem!reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, crack

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluffy, polyamorous relationship, mention of insomnia

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐨’𝐬 𝐅𝐀𝐐: and hereessssss… my first post on tumblr that I really put thought into! Hurray! I hope whoever reads this has a lovely day/night♡︎

In you morning you don’t even use an alarm… because Jongho will always do you the pleasure of belting whatever song comes to mind to wake you up

When you ask Mingi to grab something off of a high shelf for you, he looks down at you with those big puppy dog eyes and says “you need me?”🥺

Seonghwa took the title of blanket boyfriend because he was always the one to throw himself over you like one

He gets pouty when anyone else does it and takes his well earned position

Hongjoong had made it a habit to have his hand resting on your knee whenever he sits next to you

You, San and Wooyoung are the official protect Yeosang squad who protect his cuteness and faint when he does something hot

When Yunho catches you staring at his hands he shoves them in your face and pushes you face back and starts singing ‘how you like that’

San went through a vampire phase and to this day he still bites you for no reason

WHEN YOU’RE SAD JONGHO PUTS ON A TEDDY BEAR COSTUME AND LETS YOU CUDDLE HIM FOR HOWEVER LONG YOU WANT

You don’t know what to wear out? Easy, just ask Hongjoong he’s literally already sitting in your room

When you guys play hide and seek Yeosang always hides in your closet. You don’t know why but he always says it’s because it’s so messy no one will look there

But it’s really bc he likes the way you smell

Doesn’t matter what hair type you have, Seonghwa can AND WILL braid your hair

He’ll watch hour long tutorials if he has too

You spend so much time with Yunho when your allergies are acting up he things you gave him your allergies

You two even sneeze in sync… it’s weird

San’s that bf that will sit in a pool with you for hours just so he has an excuse to grab your bikinied ass in public saying he’s ‘holding onto you so you don’t drown’

YOU AND MINGI DO MORNING STRETCHES TOGETHER EVERY MORNING BEFORE THEY LEAVE FOR THE STUDIO🥺

Wooyoung has molded you into being his partner in crime and you cannot get out without him pouting

When Yeosang and Jongho find a book they think you’d like to read with them you all sit in your bed and read it together when you have time🥺

Yeosang blows out your birthday candles if you start taking to long

WHEN HONGJOONG STARTS FEELING POSSESSIVE HE SWITCHES YOU BODY WASH TO HIS SO YOU SMELL LIKE HIM AND ANYONE WHO’S NOT ONE OF YOUR BF’S WILL KNOW YOU’RE HIS

You and Mingi bought a pair of those magnetic rings so instead of holding hands in public you hold each other’s pinkie finger and let the rings stick to each

Yunho always asks for your opinion of his dance to a new choreo so he has always had an honest opinion

Someone once asked if Jongho was your body guard instead did your bf and now he takes great pride in that

You always walk arm in arm with him instead of hand in hand

When any of them are stressed you all get into a big cuddle pile and watch stupid comedy movies to lift their spirits

You and Seonghwa are the breakfast squad

Aka you’re the only ones allowed in the kitchen alone

Wooyoung bumps his hips into yours whenever you bend over so make you stumble, and if you actually fall he starts feeling bad and babies you the rest of the day

When you’re upset with him San will make his eyes go big and bring his voice up a few octaves to make you soft for him again and push his body against yours so you’ll give in and cuddle him

When you got out with Yungi, expect no one to approach you— not with these two mountains next to you

Instead of regular karaoke, you all have a competition to see who can sing the worst

And somehow Jongho always ends up winning

When Hongjoong first saw you he literally almost fell on his face from how pretty you were

And you choked on your yogurt when you first saw him because he was so freaking handsome

When you’re Insomnia decides it wants to rear it’s ugly head, Seonghwa is always there to lull you into a deep sleep and stays with you until you wake up

Wooyoung will do aegyo to make you pay attention to him, don’t think he won’t

You and Yeosang talk shit about anyone and everyone when you go out

Literally all you do is gossip with each other, people started thinking you were planning something when you’d suddenly stop when someone looked over at the two of you

Never go out alone with WooSan… you’ll always end up doing something stupid

And I say that bc the one time you did, you came back home with hair that was three different colors and a heart full of regret

SeongSang is your go two duo for when you wanna have a quiet night in and just watch dramas

Yunho is your literal therapist

He made a certificate and everything with the words ‘Y/n’s therapist’ written across it

Mingi is your ice cream buddy who will always be down to go out and buy ice cream with you whenever you want some

Jongho is your gummy bear, and he gets pouty whenever you give anyone else a nickname that has the word ‘gummy’ or ‘bear’ in them

When people first see you all out in public they think you’re a cult

When the talk of marriage pops up, they all start giving really bad arguments as to why you should take their last name

Seonghwa said because they last name Park just goes good with any name and when people think of play parks they’ll technically bde thinking of you (which was really disturbing)

Hongjoong said because Kim is really classy and it goes with your eyes (which almost made sense if he didn’t say the last part)

Yunho said because having his last name might make you taller (and out of spite you’re not taking his)

Yeosang said because K=Y and Y=you so you should take his (you never thought you’d hear something like that come out of his mouth)

San said because Choi rhymes with Boy and he was your favorite boy (which they all disagreed with and said it was them)

Mingi said because he asked very nicely (and it almost worked)

Wooyoung said because being a Jung made him the Ateez sexy guy and if you took his you could he sexy to (you were offended he didn’t think you were already sexy)

Jongho said because being a Choi made him and San good singers, so if you took his last name you could he a good singer too (you were very offended he didn’t think you were already going at singing)

After that, you just decided to keep your last name

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forthechubbies · 1 year

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Yungi's Big Bois Arc:

Hot-honey BBQ

"Food.Delicious.Food." Giant boytoy number one mini cheered to not disturb the other guests. He hissed as the raw meat sizzled over the beautiful blueish-purple flames.

Meanwhile, giant boytoy number two is blindly intoxicated, but Yunho allows it for two reasons. He loves a piss-drunk Minnie; he's so unpredictable and angry...no explanation or anything! It's a bowl of laughs, and Yunho is watching over him, so he's well protected.

Minnie groaned deeply, catching some attention due to its depth.

"Do you mind if I try to enjoy my steak?" Yunho teased, still slipping the tender steak strip on his tongue. "Are you still upset about our tiny terror not being here-"

Minnie, annoyed by his lover's abrupt smacking of medium-rare steak strips, shoved into his cheeks. "How could you eat so happily, knowing our darling snuggle teddy bear-"

Yunho choked, coughing while trying to stop laughing.

"Is not having fun with us." Mingi (Yes, He's Song Mingi, now cause he's angy, aww) sat up properly to voice himself better. "She's working her cute little tiny hands to the bones while we eat..like pigs."

Freezing on the last word, Yunho sighed, finally refraining from stuffing his cheeks, and quietly turned towards Mingi, tilting his head til his cherry lips grazed his jawline. - "Oink!Oink!" He immediately burst into drunken laughter.

Mingi held his ear, cursing up a nasty storm. The mouth on this guy drives you off the wall in multiple ways.

Little, Did they know just a few tables away, seated their darling sat comfortably on a pillow with her co-workers.

Your head snapped to the deep voices causing a stir, but you can't see them. "Oh, they're so loud. " You squeaked, slightly growing concerned... 'cause they sounded familiar.

You confirmed your fears; standing up you spotted your huge boyfriends wrestling. You gasped, excusing yourself to rush to aid your idiots.

"Mingi! Yunho!" You shouted in a hushed tone. " What are you doing?! "

Both paused mid-attack to look at your cute flush expression. The boys released each other to sit purposely. " We're sorry!" Yunho apologized loud enough for the whole restaurant to forgive them...and they did. They're so cute. You have to forgive them.

And the restaurant forgives them too, even got a discount.

Introducing; "Yungi" is what your friends call them. You're massive boyfriends. Song Mingi & Jeong Yunho.

Tell me if you want more♡♡

#poly!ateez #ateez x reader #ateez x chubby reader #yungi x reader #yunho x chubby reader #mingi x chubby reader #yunho x reader #yunho x y/n #mingi x reader

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xlxvesxckx · 1 year

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[Turbulence] Masterlist.

Synopsis: The Academy was the most prestigious scoop to go to. If you had money, you ruled the school, and if you were poor, you were the stepping stools to the others. And if you're Y/n L/n, your life was going to become a living nightmare.

Pairing: Poly!Ateez x Reader, Original Characters x Reader, Original characters x Ateez.

Au: Academy Au

Theme: Angst, Yandere.

Warnings: Yandere tendencies, bullying, violence, physical and mental abuse, humiliation, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, possessive and obsessive behavior, unhealthy relationships, forced relationships.

A/N: I AM STARTING TO WRITE FOR ATEEZ ☆. I really love this kpop group and I was watching something with my friends today that gave me this idea! This fic will be started right after I post the second part to Feel Special.!

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Chapter I: [School Royalty and Old Friends]

Chapter II : [New and Old Memories]

#ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #seonghwa x reader #hongjoong x reader #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #san x reader #mingi x reader #wooyoung x reader #jongho x reader #poly ateez #poly!ateez #lxve's writings ^~^#Fanfic: [Turbulence]

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whimsicalwritingsandmore · 5 months

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Want You Back | ateez x reader

Pairing: werewolf!ot8!ateez x werewolf!reader

Genre: fluff mostly, romance, poly, a little angst?

Warnings: mention of being depressed

Word Count: 1537 words

a/n: hello! welcome to the first chapter of my new story! I hope you enjoy it, and I would love your feedback especially when it comes to structure and flow of the story. I'm still getting the hang of tumblr again, so if you'd like to be a part of a taglist, please leave a comment under this post! :)

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Chapter 1

How did it end up like this?

This question never left your mind as you stared out at the forest trees in your backyard from your balcony, arms folded with a blank facial expression as the cool wind blew by and the beautiful moon shone in all its brilliance and wonder over you.

Luna meant moon. And it also meant the alpha female of the pack with your mate, this being determined by the Moon Goddess herself. Luckily for you, you had eight mates. Being a Luna meant one thing and one thing only. You were just a partner to your mate. You were to produce your mate or mates’ offspring and most of your education was dedicated to learning how to be a good mate. You never learnt anything outside of that.

And you hated it.

You loved your mates through and through. You loved the way Hongjoong would nestle into your arms and nuzzle into your neck when no one was watching, because he wasn't the biggest fan of public displays of affection. You were enamoured with Seonghwa - every time the both of you would cook meals together and his not so subtle way of making you blush.

Yunho was the most endearing one you had met, he wasn't afraid to show his affection for you, and would grab and spin you around and then look you in the eyes with the warmest and sweetest smile as if you held the entire galaxy in your eyes. Meanwhile, Yeosang was the opposite, he was much more shy than Yunho but he never steered away from showing you how much you meant to him. The both of you would find a book to read together and would place yourselves in the little corner of his window with your head in his lap and him mindlessly playing with your hair while you both read for hours upon end.

San loved adventures and sharing them with you. He would always take you with him wherever he went and together, you would create endless memories of the day and take endless pictures with an old film camera for your album. Mingi liked playing games so you two would play board games and sometimes even make up your own games which was a special thing just for the two of you. Only the two of you knew the rules.

Like Seonghwa, Wooyoung loved to cook with you. He wouldn't shy away from giving you a big kiss on the cheek or lips and wouldn't hesitate to create a little chaos so you would chase him and he could scoop you up and kiss you again.

Jongho loved the little moments with you. When the two of you would just watch tv or even do laundry together. He liked just being with you. His favourite memory being the time you nearly fought an aunty at the laundromat for the basket and sat inside of it refusing to budge. He laughed endlessly that day as he watched you place yourself with your hair falling in front of your face and a determined look plastered.

These 8 boys meant the world to you. But with time comes growing up and growing up means taking up responsibility. They were in charge of leading the pack, taking control and handling all the affairs. And with time, things had changed.

You hardly saw them anymore even though you all lived together. And with time, you started to realise how lost you felt. You didn't know what to do with yourself. You tried cooking and baking to pass the time, but what fun was it when you didn't have anyone to share the food with? The boys were gone for long periods of time, sitting in meetings, negotiating pack deals and handling personal issues within the pack. They weren't there like they used to be and suddenly, it seemed like they just expected that you would be there for them. They started to take you for granted, and it hurt. It hurt a lot.

At first you tried to rationalise it. They were busy taking care of the pack. But then, Hongjoong's mom, who never hid her dislike for you, introduced the pack to a new member who she hoped would take your place. Lila was the only other girl the boys knew besides you and their siblings. And in their mind, it was nice to have a new friend, especially someone who came from a different pack from another part of the realm.

But they didn't realise they were neglecting you. And slowly, as you saw the way they strayed away from you and Hongjoong's mom constantly berating everything you did, you became depressed and struggled to do anything. The boys noticed but still didn't realise it for what it was.

"It's okay to take time but you can't be lazy."

"It's just a phase."

"You should dress up more like Lila."

You were tired, beyond tired and drained. Nights consisted of you being unable to fall asleep until 1AM, and mornings consisted of waking up at the crack of dawn with all the hurt and pain rushing back in as you came back to reality. All you wanted was to feel like yourself again. You wanted the pain you felt to stop. You wanted the tears that flowed every night like a rushing stream as you muffled yourself into your pillow to stop. You wanted to feel like you again.

Hongjoong's father was aware of his wife's motives and chastised and begged her to stop. But she ignored him and continued to attack you. He decided you needed a space for yourself until he could talk to his son. He would've done it already if the stupid rogue pack would stop threatening to wage war.

So he told you about the secret lake and the Moon Goddess temple. Werewolf history prophesied that the lake was where wishes came true and the one with a pure heart and soul could see the Moon Goddess herself if they were truly devoted. In addition, some lore claimed that the lake was a portal to the human realm. Since 1998, all of the realms had been closed off to the human realm after the great siege, and no one had been to the human realm since.

And that's where you spent your time. You befriended the forest animals, you made flower crowns, prayed in the temple seeking for solace from your harsh reality and tried to keep yourself busy for the day.

No one knew of this and Hongjoong's mom tried to insinuate you were seeing someone. But his father immediately put a stop to it, saying that he had you helping out with the young pups on the other side of town.

All fared well for the most part. You still weren't okay but you had a safe space.

And then it all went down.

You were snapped out of your thoughts. A loud bang pierced through the entire mansion with shrill screams and shouts.

The rogue werewolf clan attacked that night.

Everyone screamed and scrambled as fast as they could have. They pushed and rushed for safety as wails pierced through the air. The boys were on the other side of the town and in the large mansion were only you, the boys' families and some members of the pack and the mansion’s workers.

You raced out of the room hoping to find someone, but ran into one of the rogues with a sickening and sinister smile on his face. You could fight but you weren’t sure if you could take him especially with that giant axe in his hand. Before you could react, a loud clang rang through the room and the rogue fell to the ground groaning in pain as blood began to leak out from the back of his head. In place of him stood your dear friend Cleo, daughter of one of the maids. She breathed heavily, still coming to terms with what she just did.

“Cleo! That was amazing!”

“Yeah…hah, didn’t know I had that in me.”

As another loud bang was heard, you both snapped out of your thoughts and began to search for a way out. Suddenly, you remembered the secret passage in the library. Both you and Cleo scampered as fast as you could, tripping on your own feet as adrenaline rushed through you and you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. Finally arriving at the library, you slammed the door and began to find the book that would get you out of here.

You had barely escaped that night. You ran to the lake, stumbling and pushing the fear down your chest. You and Cleo both split up deciding that was the best idea at the moment. In the clearing, you looked around hoping to feel safe. But you could hear the evil snarls and growls approaching you. You didn't know what to do and looked towards the temple, a small prayer on your tongue.

After that, only one thing came to mind, you hoped those swimming classes would pay off now. You jumped in the lake. As you opened your eyes under the water, there was not much you could see except…a white glow. It gave off a safe vibration, you felt drawn to it.

As you tried to swim towards it, your vision started to become hazy.

And then, it all went dark.

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a-soft-hornytiny · 1 year

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Pool party.

Summary: You visit the hotel pool with your boyfriends, expecting a relaxing end of your day. Turns out you were totally wrong about the relaxing part.

Word count: 1.8k+

Genre: Smut

Pairing: OT8 x female!reader, San x female!reader

Warnings: pool sex, public sex, voyeurism, humiliation, degradation, dirty talk, cum, unprotected sex, begging, this is just really filthy (let me know if I missed something) be careful while reading.

Notes: I’m supposed to be working on my requests rn but I couldn’t help it. If you have a complaint, direct it to San. I’m not sorry (ok maybe a little but i beg yall to be patient with me haha) SUFFER. Tagging @hwaightme @legohwa @hoshischeekss @yeosangsbiceps and @shinestarhwaa for this one. Die with me.

Taglist: under the cut (let me know if you wanna be added)

Finishing the day off at the hotel’s pool? Sounded like a relaxing idea. So when your boyfriends asked you to join them, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. It was pretty late already and all of you were exhausted so you were sure it would be uneventful. But you were so wrong.

Pretty soon after you had arrived at the pool, everyone was minding their own business. Hongjoong, Seonghwa and Jongho made themselves comfortable on the pool loungers, Wooyoung and Yeosang were off the get some drinks and the rest, including you, slid into the pool.

The water was warm and since the pool was on the rooftop, the view was amazing. You rested your arms on the edge of the pool dreamingly staring into the night. You could hear Yunho and Mingi play fighting in the water behind you and Seonghwa’s calm voice as he talked to Hongjoong. A deep breath escaped your mouth as your body relaxed. It had been a while since all 9 of you could spend time together like this.

You laid your head onto your arms and closed your eyes when you suddenly felt arms wrap around your waist. You gasped, surprised by the sudden touch, making the man behind you giggle.

“I didn’t mean to scare you Y/n.” San’s deep voice caused goosebumps all over your body. You let out a relieved sigh as you felt a soft kiss on your shoulder. You smiled lovingly as you turned around to face him but you didn’t expect the way he was looking at you. You had thought that he just wanted some cuddles, like most of the time, but his glance was different.

“San what-“ Before you could finish your sentence, he pulled you into a close hug, pressing his whole body tightly against yours. You inhaled sharply as you felt exactly why he was looking at you like that. You immediately wrapped your legs around him, hiding your face in his shoulder.

“I’m sorry Y/n but this swimsuit makes you look like a goddess. And I bet I’m not the only one who noticed that.” He murmured against your neck. You could feel his shaking breath against your skin as you pressed him closer by tightening your legs around him.

“Sorry for what?” Your cheeks were heating up. You knew that playing dumb would make this situation even worse but you couldn’t help it. You looked up from his shoulder to see Mingi swimming just a few meters away from you, obviously having no clue what was going on. You felt this familiar tingle in your belly which was slowly making its way between your legs, exactly where San’s bulge was pressed against.

Your arms were wrapped around his neck, your fingers nervously playing with the clasp of the fragile necklace he was wearing.

“Oh Y/n don’t make me say it.” He responded harshly, pushing his hips forward. You whined into his skin as you felt one of his hands move down, fiddling with his swimming trunks.

“Let’s see how long it will take until they notice.” He whispered into your ear while he rubbed his shaft against your crotch. Even though the fabric of your swimsuit was stopping him from directly touching you, it was driving you crazy. You were dripping wet already and it wasn’t from the water around you.

To the outside it looked like San was just getting his usual cuddles but in reality you were shaking, trying not to make a noise as he rubbed his hardness against your clothed clit.

“Please San…” You cried out quietly, making him chuckle deeply. You wanted to feel him inside of you. Wanted him to fill you up to the brim while you were surrounded by your clueless loved ones. Keeping it secret because you knew that if they noticed, it would turn into something even dirtier. You were glad enough that it was only the nine of you at the pool and no stranger was there to witness what might happen.

“Please what angel? I thought you didn’t know what I meant?” His back was turned to the others and your bottom halves were deep under the surface of the water. Otherwise the others would have already noticed the suspicious movement of San’s hips against yours. You pushed away from him slightly.

Your hands wandered down his shoulders, over his chest, to his abs. San absorbed your every move, ignoring the sensation that was sent through his body by your touch.

“Like what you see?” He growled, leaning in closer. He knew that he couldn’t kiss you. It would be too suspicious or well, it would cause the others to get curious. Instead he gently nibbled on your neck, knowing he would definitely be leaving a mark.

He was driving you crazy. You wanted to moan out loud, wanted to beg for him to finally fuck you but you couldn’t. Your lips were pressed on each other firmly. Look normal, look normal, look normal. You thought while San pushed your swimsuit aside, one of his fingers disappearing between your warm folds.

“Stay quiet angel.. we don’t want to be interrupted, do we?” You nodded firmly as another finger of his entered your warmth. You whined, a bit too loud, and immediately looked up in panic. But nobody seemed to notice. At least that’s what you thought until you met Yunho’s eyes. You cursed quietly. Everyone else was oblivious. Mingi was at the other side of the pool where Wooyoung and Yeosang were sitting with drinks in their hands and the other three were still sitting on the pool loungers. Only Yunho had separated himself from the group, now sitting in the corner opposite you, one hand on the edge of the pool, the other underwater.

“What’s wrong?” San asked carefully removing his fingers from your entrance.

“We have an audience.” You whispered into his ear, still keeping eye contact with Yunho. San giggled, stroking his own dick and pressing his tip against your clit. “Who is it?” He asked, preparing himself to glide deeper and fill you up.

“Yunho.” You murmured, making sure that Yunho could read your lips. Making sure that he knew that you knew. “Well then… How about we give him a little show, angel?” San groaned before pushing his hips forward. You hissed as he slid against your walls, stretching you out.

“San-ahhh..” Your legs were holding on to his hips tightly as he slowly started to move. And all of that happened without you breaking eye contact with Yunho. And the closer you watched him, the more obvious it became that his hand was not only underwater but inside of his trunks, moving up and down.

“Does he like it?” San’s voice was breathy as he pumped into you. “Does he like watching as I fuck your tight little pussy?” His voice was low and filled with pure desire as his hands wandered higher, now caressing your breasts. His broad body was covering you almost completely but it was still visible that something had changed. If someone watched you closer it would be pretty obvious what you were doing now. But he didn’t care anymore.

It was his favorite poison. Feeling the stares and the jealousy on his back. Knowing that he had what everyone in the room wanted. “I bet he is stroking his big dick watching me fuck you dumb huh? Wishing it was him that was buried inside your throbbing cunt?” You threw your head back, whining as he picked up the speed.

“San.. they are going to hear you..” You cried out as one of his hands slid down to harshly rub your clit.

“So what? Don’t you think they enjoy watching? Like Yunho?” You had a hard time opening your eyes, your body overwhelmed with pleasure, but when you finally managed to, you choked on your own breath. It was not only one pair of eyes watching you now, it was seven.

No need to hold back anymore.

“San please… harder!” You moaned out loud, causing their eyes to glow with this dangerous desire. You smirked satisfiedly.

“As you wish, my angel.” San smirked back at you. “I will make sure you’re prepared for what's to come after I’m done with you.” He grunted as he rammed his dick inside of you as hard as the water was allowing him to. And that’s when you locked eyes with Yunho again. He had moved out of the water, now sitting on the edge of the pool, displayed for everyone to see.

He had pulled his dick out of his trunks and was stroking it vigorously. Sweat was running down his forehead while he panted loudly. Yunho loved being watched just as much as San did. One reason why either of them was usually the one to initiate it.

Your attention was brought back to San by him growling at you. “Attention to me angel.”

You whined. All of this was too much for you. Feeling all those eyes on you while San’s dick was hitting all the right places put you close to the edge. You were clenching around him uncontrollably as you felt a knot forming in your stomach.

“Please San.. make me cum. Show them how much of a whore I am, letting you fuck me right beside them..” You said, knowing exactly which buttons to press to make them go crazy.

San was panting heavily, one from the exhaustion and two from his approaching orgasm. “Of course my angel. But don’t think it will be the last time that you’ve cum tonight.” He said, adjusting the speed of his fingers on your clit to his thrusts. And that’s what did it.

With the next thrust, your body began to shake. Your whole body was tensing up before you saw stars. You were completely knocked out by the wave of pleasure that was hitting you, losing control over your body completely.

The next thing you felt was San gently pulling out of you. Multiple seconds must have passed because you felt his cum inside of you but didn’t remember to feel him cumming. When you looked around, still not grasping what just happened, you found Yunho lying on his back, covered in his own cum.

San was holding you close, carrying you out of the pool after fixing his and your swimwear.

“Are you back angel?” You nodded, your mind still foggy. He gave you a kiss on the forehead before placing you on one of the pool loungers.

“Good because this isn’t over yet.”

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bandgie · 2 months

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inspired by this post! | see skz drabble here!

MDNI 18+

WOOYOUNG!

It's his punishment, you tell him. wooyoungie has such a bad habit of acting up, of teasing too much, starting petty arguments. you've had enough. now he has to deal with his throbbing cock all by himself while you watch. he's so pathetic with it, twisting his hand while he strokes his cock much too fast, too hard. he groans more than he moans, cries in frustration that you're not helping out. it's now that he realizes he should suck up to you, batting his pretty eyelashes and promising to be good if you lend him a hand. you think your resolve is strong, but seeing his pouty lips and teary eyes slowly makes it crumbles so you tell him all he gets is your hand and thats it. Wooyoung scrambles for your wrist to place it on his cock, making your hand into a fight fist that he uses like a fleshlight. messy hair, wet lips, staccato moans all coming from your desperate boyfriend. and that look he gives you, aroused and wild. you have to ignore the throbbing in your cunt, and remind yourself that he's punished

"Don't look at me like that Wooyoungie! Can't have my pussy, you know you've been bad."

MINGI!

It was his idea, no doubt about it. wanted to see how sensitive his cock could get before he puts it in your pussy. He thought it would be funny more than anything, but he's hardly laughing now. Mingi has been begging for your cunt for what seems like ages. trying to tell you that his cock can't take much more. you're on your back, knees pushed to upwards with your thighs apart. propped up on one elbow while your other hand strokes Mingi's aching cock. his tip is pointed at your entrance, but he's hardly so much as grazed your clit. He hates and loves it all at the same time, getting to look down on your beautiful body while jerking him off. he can see how wet your pussy is, how it glistens in the artificial light. You arousal and his spurts of cum mingling on your lower torso, it makes him want to cum again and again. he's begging for your pussy, but you both know damn well he could never tear his eyes way from the view.

"Can't be in my pussy yet Minki. I don't think you've cum enough."

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sunmoonjune · 2 years

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like the moon [five]

pairing: poly ateez! x OC!reader (fem!reader)

warnings: talk of injury and scars, blood, death, gore, talk of shitty parent/family relationships and torture, ptsd, cursing, abuse, assassination attempt, anger, angst, hurt comfort (sort of?) the reader is also pretty nonverbal at times (wow this sounds really angsty, huh D: )

a/n: heyo! another chapter is here!! sorry for all the angst, but I guess we gotta get through it before all the good stuff hehe let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

word count: 7.2k

[previous - chapter four] chapter five [next - chapter six]

San and Yeosang keep you on bedrest for four days.

It’s harder than you had imagined it would be. San has escorted you back into bed with a gentle scolding after the first two times you attempt to leave the bed. On the third, it’s Yeosang who catches you. He’s far less kind than San when he finds you by the desk in the corner. You had moved to lean against the corner as you read one of the medical journals stocked in a small bookshelf. It wasn’t particularly interesting, but it managed to cure the boredom for a moment or two.

Yeosang wasn’t rough by any means, he was mostly just concerned. Though he may have appeared a little angry, he was still extremely gentle as he helped you back into the bed. Heaving a disappointed sigh, he dropped the book you had been scanning in your lap with a long glance.

“I know you’re bored,” Yeosang’s soft voice mutters. “But you still need a day or two of resting before your rib will properly set. The more you move, the longer I’ll keep you here.”

He finishes the last sentence with a smirk tugged on the edges of his lips. It wasn’t a threat - more of a good natured jab. You had grown used to both San and Yeosang’s mannerisms and way of speaking over the past half week. They were your only company besides the daily check-in from Hongjoong.

The leader popped in every evening before you went to sleep. You were unsure of his motive, but you figured he wanted to make sure you weren’t doing anything dangerous.

For the remainder of the following four days, the two healers do everything they can to keep you entertained. They aren’t always available, since they both still have duties to attend around camp, but they do all they can. San captivates you with stories of his childhood and of the other boys. He’s a fantastic story teller. His expressions are silly and his tone is excited as he recalls adventures of his youth.

Yeosang is a little more quiet, but you don't mind. The two of you often sit in silence with a book open in each of your laps. If Yeosang has deemed your behavior well enough - meaning you haven’t attempted an escape that day - he’ll read his book aloud. His voice is deep and mellow. It washes over you in a restful calm, sending shivers down your spine and heat to your cheeks.

You don’t speak much to either of them. Other than a few miscellaneous phrases, you’re mostly silent. Neither seem to mind, however. In fact, Yeosang seems grateful for the quiet for once. Most of the talking is done by San, who murmurs excitedly as he completes your daily check-up.

Though you try not to, you’ve grown quite fond of the two healers. It took you by surprise on the eve of the third day when you naturally turned to wait for Yeosang to arrive to start your evening reading session. It’s a strange feeling that you’ve only experienced perhaps twice before.

The notion scares you. Attachment only leads to pain. In the past, every person you’d cared for had left; whether by force or by their own doing, they all left.

It’s too quickly for you to become attached to either of these men. But as San’s happy, honeyed filled voice cheers about his day and Yeosang’s deep, gentle one fills the silence, you can’t help it. Both boys have treated you kinder than anyone has in your entire life, aside from Yunho, of course. They change your bandages without asking and soothe your grunts of pain when you attempt to suppress them.

Yeosang even gently wiped down the material of your mask once when you were nodding off to sleep. In the past, you’d never been able to sleep comfortably with others in the room. You were too paranoid of what they’d do in your sleep. It had happened before.

But after the first two nights, Yeosang started to stay until you’d dozed off. He’d continue to read until you couldn’t keep your eyes open for another moment. Then his hands would shut his book so quietly and carefully pull the sheets up to cover the rest of your body. On the fourth night, Yeosang tenderly rubbed a damp cloth along the side of your mask to clear it of any debris.

You nearly cried.

The mask had been nothing but the birthplace of anguish for so long. People looked upon it with sneers and hatred. “Filthy, gray mutt,” they’d hiss as you walked by.

But Yeosang had never looked at you with such contempt. His eyes never lingered on the mask, nor did they scrutinize its presence. Instead, he softly cleaned it, as if he thought it was important to you.

It’s on the morning of the fifth day that San helps you to your feet. The three of you practice walking back and forth across the medical wing for the day. Though you don’t necessarily need it, as you’re able to suppress the ache, you still walk gingerly at San’s side. You approach Yeosang who’s eyes don’t leave your form. He knows you’re good at masking the pain, but he still tries to keep an eye out for visible discomfort.

“Great job, Bug!” San croons happily as you cross the room for a final time. The praise makes your body hum and your cheeks warm.

On the sixth day, Hongjoong calls for you.

You’re nervous beyond belief when Yeosang relays the message. You knew this moment would come. There had been a sneaking suspicion in your mind that Hongjoong’s nightly visits may have been to assess your healing. You had figured that as soon as you had enough strength, he’d send you away from his camp.

You wished you had more time.

Though you hadn’t known them long, San and Yeosang had handled you with such care. You didn’t want to leave.

And Yunho.

You’d only just gotten him back. He'd only appeared in the medical wing once when you were awake, but he visited every night after you’d fallen asleep. His hands gently brushed against your skin. They savored every moment of contact that he’d been so deprived of. His finger gently intertwined with the strands of hair that twisted against a clump of his. The rings clicked as his finger twirled the pieces.

He couldn’t believe you'd kept it, let alone interwoven them with a lock of his hair. The silver rings shone against the light of the full moon, so small in his hands. He still remembers when they’d been cut from him. Soldiers were pulling at his body, dragging him from the arena with the sounds of your cries filling his ears. When the blade passed over his forehead, he hadn’t flinched. Yunho’s eyes were too focused on yours as you both struggled against your captors.

There’s still a faint scar just above his left eyebrow from the wound.

San is the one to escort you to Hongjoong’s chamber.

With only the moon in the sky to guide your steps, you trudge slowly down the cavern’s long hallways. They wind through the cave with open skylights letting in the sine of the moon. Cool night air brushes against your skin, allowing goosebumps to form under the surface.

When you reach his door, your heart thuds loudly in your chest. You're rubbing your fingers together in an anxious manner and counting your heartbeats like you’ve practiced.

San’s eyes scan your body once more, taking note of your nerves before he reaches a hand out. You barely flinch when they reach for your hand. The past week had taught you that San was extremely physically affectionate. He was patient with you, retracting slowly when you flinched and backed away. Even so, he’d helped you learn to anticipate his touch throughout your checkups. You still blanch at the touch, but at least there’s less violent memories thrumming in your mind. His fingers gently grasped your wrist, pulling your fingernails away from where they’d been peeling at the cuticles.

“Hey,” San whispers. “It’s going to be okay, Bug. I promised, right?” Over the words, there’s two gentle squeezes of your hand. Then the dark haired boy draws his pointer finger from your wrist to your palm in a single line. The faintest of grins reaches your lips.

You’d taught San the word on one of the days you were feeling less verbal. Well, more than usual, you suppose.

Promise. Two short squeezes, and a line drawn from the wrist to the palm, directly over the pulse.

San had been so excited to learn the word. He'd taken to using it whenever the two of you departed from each other. You'd found it a little silly, but the sunshine filled smile on the boy’s cheeks made it hard to resist.

With a heavy nod and a long glance, San drops your hand and turns to descend back down the hallway from which you came. And with another deep breath, you raise your hand to knock on the door.

From inside the room, Hongjoong sits at his desk, scribbling at a piece of parchment. He raises his head at the knock. At this point, Hongjoong can tell who is at his door by the way they enter the room. Each of his partner’s has a different knock. Though some of them - he won’t say names, choose not to knock and instead invite themselves inside.

From the hesitation, Hongjoong can tell it’s you at his door and not one of his lovers.

“Come in.”

Slowly turning the door handle, you quietly make your way into the room. Your eyes are on your feet and your back is pin straight. Steps calculated, you reach the front of his desk before stopping and placing your feet shoulder width apart. Your arms are drawn behind you, hands linked at your back. With your shoulders back and stance strong, Hongjoong can tell this is how you've been trained to stand. He’s seen other soldiers assume this stance when speaking to their superiors.

Although, the other soldiers he’d trained kept their heads forward, with their gazes focused ahead.

You, however, keep your eyes on the floor. Your head is bowed submissively and your neck strained forward, almost as if you’re offering the weakest part of you for slaughter if he commanded it.

Hongjoong shivers at the thought.

He hesitates before speaking as if he were still a commander, “At ease.”

For a second, neither of you move. Hongjoong watches as the slightest tension in your shoulders relaxes before you’re frozen again. You don’t adjust your stance, and you certainly don’t shift positions.

Hongjoong slightly shakes his head. He wonders what it will take for you to let go. You’re still tense, unbelievably so. There’s tightness in every muscle in your body, as if you’re ready to spring for an exit. He knows you won’t.

The silence in the room continues for what feels like an eternity.

Then Hongjoong moves. He stands from his seat and makes his way to the front of the desk. Leaning against the wood, Hongjoong puts his hands on the desk behind him and rests his weight on them. He scrutinizes you again with piercing eyes before he sighs.

A hum leaves his throat. “San and Yeosang have told me you’re progressing well.”

You don’t respond, you’ve learned not to.

Hongjoong waits for a response - even just a nod of your head or a sound of agreement, but nothing comes. He knows that you harness a kind of apprehension for authority figures, but he had no idea the suffering pierced this deep.

After another beat of silence, Hongjoong sighs.

“I’m not going to banish you.”

The words wash over you in a wave of relief. You manage a shaky sigh, one that causes your lungs to jolt as you breathe. However, you don’t let his words fool you. You can hears the hesitation in his words, there’s an exception he hasn’t uttered.

“At least I don’t want to,” he continues. He taps his finger against the wood beneath him as he thinks. “Yunho has told me what he thinks has happened. But I can’t trust a simple guess.”

You remain still.

“Yunho’s faith in you doesn’t change the fact that Seonghwa found you on the outskirts of our territory covered in blood and grime, with life-threatening injuries. I don’t know what you’d done before that point, but it’s obvious you took down your share of soldiers in the fight.”

Hongjoong leans forward as he speaks, trying to meet your gaze. “You’re a skilled fighter, that I can tell without Yunho’s insight. It’s because of that - I can’t trust you not to hurt the members of my clan.”

Another deep sigh sends a jolt of accustomed pain through your chest. You’re tempted to shift on your feet, but you hold your body still and unmoving. He hasn’t finished. You know there is something Hongjoong wants - he wouldn’t keep you waiting like this otherwise.

“Unless-” Hongjoong continues. “Unless you can tell me what happened that night.”

For the first time since you entered the room, your head lifts from its bowed position. Ever so slowly, you raise your gaze to meet Hongjoong’s. The man is leaned forward, his dirty blond hair resting gently against his neck and his sword still strapped to his hip. The blood red jewel glows ominously in the dark.

When your single eye meets the two of his, there’s a moment where scars clash. Hongjoong’s left eye has a clean, white scar stretching from forehead to cheek. It’s not deep enough to affect his sight at all, but the scar sends a reminder of stinging pain through the right side of your head. They’re different, the scars. Yet, perhaps not so much. Hongjoong has the courage to wear his scars uncovered. They sit exposed, for all eyes to see.

Yours remain hidden. Covered with a mask, hidden so deep you fear they’ll never come to light.

A beat of silence passes and you begin to naw on your inner cheek. If you told him the truth, would he believe you? Even then, would he consider it a good enough excuse to allow you to stay? Or would he be so horrified, that he’d order for your immediate execution? Too many possibilities race through your head and you’re unable to keep up with the speed at which your brain is running.

“Gray.”

Hongjoong’s voice isn’t malicious as he speaks the title, not like the others. Despite that, the name makes you flinch in a way Hongjoong hasn't seen before. You jerk violently back into the submissive position you previously maintained: head bowed, neck forward. There’s a far away look in your eyes. It’s almost as if the name itself triggered your behavior, but Hongjoong can’t be sure.

“Tell me what happened that day.” It’s an order. You’ve been trained not to disobey.

So you do.

Another three days pass before Hongjoong allows you to join the rest of the clan outside.

After recounting the events that lead up to your exile, Hongjoong was silent. You didn’t tell him anything other than what he had asked for, so you were unsure if he’d understood you’re reasoning. However, the clan leader simply just nodded his head and dismissed you. The silence was deafening. It clawed at your brain and seeped into your skin, causing a layer of anxiety to make your skin itch.

You didn’t sleep that night.

Hongjoong sends Jongho to the medical wing in the morning with a message. He’ll allow you to stay within his clan as long as you agree to some of his terms. The first was that no harm was to come to any of the clan members. You couldn't have any of your weapons back for the time being, but when you were deemed trustworthy, you were not to turn against any of the boys.

The second was that you had to participate in camp duties once you were deemed healthy enough. You had no objections to either rule as they were not so different from those you were confined to previously. Heavy lifting and dirty work were not new experiences. You only hoped Hongjoong’s clan members were more forgiving. The memory of a whip bearing down on your back still stings. Scars both new and old twinge under your skin. The fabric rubs uncomfortably against those on your back, but you will never express it.

Jongho explained that Hongjoong would express the rest of his terms later that day, before he turned on his heel and left.

San had squealed in delight and shook his shoulders excitedly. “You did it, Bug! Joong-hyung is going to let you stay!”

Yeosang had nodded along with his partner’s words, a warm and genuine smile gracing his lips.

Then, another five days later, Yeosang clears you for participating in some of the lighter duties to be performed around camp. He tells you to hold off on heavy-lifting for at least another few weeks, fixing you with a firm glare as he does so. It’s a difficult turn of events. In the past, you were expected to take on most, if not all of the heavy tasks. The villagers had no regards to your physical or mental health, and skipping a task due to a broken rib would only result in fifteen or more lashings.

However, you’re beginning to trust San and Yeosang. You hope what they say is true, and you shouldn’t have to worry about tearing open stitches or cracking another rib.

For the past few days, you helped the two in the medical wing. You worked in mostly silence, organizing drawers and reading medical textbooks until your brain felt fuzzy. You were used to more physical labor: things like hefting heavy bags over your shoulders and lugging them to the other side of camp. Of course, you’d reach the edge of the territory before you were alerted you were given the wrong destination. Such a mistake had cost you fifteen lashes over your palms. The skin had split and it was difficult to continue with the rest of your daily tasks, but you wouldn’t be caught again - the second punishment was always less forgiving.

Over the course of the next few days, San helped you grow accustom to the layout of the camp. He guided you through the long winding hallways of the cavern and helped you learn the boundaries off the territory. He often paused, expecting you to need a break due to your injured state, but you simply fixed him with a confused look and motioned for him to continue. It seemed that your physical wellbeing didn’t matter much to you, San worried.

By the end of your fourth week in the camp, you had a decent layout of the territory memorized. San had helped you scout the borders of their territory, pointing out landmarks that marked the end of their land. You had been relived to find that their borders didn’t reach those of your old camp; you were more than happy to put as much distance between you and them as possible.

When the fifth week of your stay began, Yeosang allowed you to begin helping with physical labor. He hadn't said it aloud, but he expected San to keep a close eye on your activities. Based on your previous behavior, the two healers knew you'd jump directly into demanding tasks if given the opportunity. Your own physical well-being was often disregarded when it came to obeying orders, it seemed.

Neither of the boys wanted to imagine the scenarios that trained you to think such a way.

Yeosang had guided you outside the cavern as the sun rose. Though you no longer needed guidance through the tunnels, both Yeosang and San insisted leading you around. You didn't mind - even if they were doing so out of obligation - the two had become good company. Their presence didn’t require extra vigilance on your part. You often found yourself allowing a sense of calm to wash over you when in the same room as either boy. Though your guard was still raised, as always, the two men brought a sense of peace you’d never felt before.

Besides, neither boy was hard on the eyes.

“This morning, you can start helping Seonghwa-hyung and Wooyoung gather firewood - we’re running low on our stock, and Winter is going to start soon.”

Startled from your thoughts at Yeosang’s voice, you shook yourself of the morning haze. Meeting his gaze, you nodded a bit hesitantly. Though you had no issue with Seonghwa, you’d never met Wooyoung. You’d heard San speaking of him; he was clearly close with the other man, but you were unsure of meeting another member.

Seonghwa was gentle, as Yeosang and San were. He was obviously a warrior, with defined muscles and calm demeanor that suited a soldier. Fingers worn from the string of his longbow and forearms sturdy, Seonghwa was a proficient archer. His dark hair hung in front of his eyes, but his smile was warm underneath the fringe. Seonghwa was a bit quiet - reserved, maybe - but his disposition was nothing but gentle.

He'd sent you a warm smile, just the barest of upturned lips, before he shifted to reveal a second figure from behind his form. The man, who you assumed was Wooyoung, did not suit a similar look. Instead, his mouth was downturned in a frown that seemed reminiscent of a snarl.

He was muscular, Wooyoung. Thick thighs obviously toned with years of training and tense biceps revealed his strength. The length of his hair just brushed the bottom of his neck, split into two colors. The top half was a dark black, as Seonghwa’s was. However, the bottom was a bright blonde that reminded you of beams of sunlight on an early morning. The top half was tied back into a messy ponytail to avoid obscuring his vision.

If it weren't for the glare he fixed you with, you’d have trouble tearing your eyes from his form. It seemed all the men in this camp were attractive beyond belief. Wooyoung’s honeyed skin and sharp jawline had your eyes lingering, before you tore them away to meet Seonghwa’s gaze.

Shifting on your feet, an anxious pit in the bottom of your stomach reemerged. Wooyoung was nearly radiating hatred. Setting your shoulders back, you allowed your features to drop into a look of practiced calm. The motion was easy. Years of training and punishment made it all too simple to drop back into an appearance of apathy.

Seonghwa nearly grimaced. As a skilled bowman, his eyes were that of a hawk. Nothing escaped his gaze - not the tension in your shoulders, and certainly not the subtle shifts to apathetic nature. He was trained to notice the slightest of movements, even the changing of breathing patterns was noted by Seonghwa.

He’d been delighted to watch the progress you’d made with San and Yeosang. Your jaw had slowly begun to unclench and your shoulders were beginning to loosen in their presence. When he’d visited the medical cavern, Seonghwa even noticed the subtle changes in your breathing. At first, each inhale matched each exhale in a motion of practiced control. They were nearly identical in every way: length, depth, strength - everything. For reasons Seonghwa couldn’t imagine, you’d trained yourself to breathe in such a controlled manner that it didn’t appear you were breathing at all. The movements of your chest were nearly indecipherable when you breathed.

However when he visited the medical cavern and San was entertaining you with stories of his mischief, the pattern changed. Each exhale was no longer timed, and your chest clearly rose and fell with each breath. The notion brought a warmth to Seonghwa’s chest that he couldn’t describe.

San and Yeosang were not hard to like. Seonghwa was more than glad you’d taken to at least a few members of their group. The fear in your eyes when he’d first seen you awake, was a look Seonghwa did not want to see again.

Seonghwa could only hope today wouldn’t ruin any of the progress you’d made so far. The grovels that left Wooyoung’s lips as they maneuvered the tunnels this morning, furthered Seonghwa’s worry.

“Good morning,” Seonghwa gently murmured. His voice was soft, but his eyes were kind, so you gently returned the statement with a nod.

Wooyoung did not speak.

His jaw only tightened, and he looked away. You know not to instigate him. The wrath of angered clan members had already left you with more than a fair few scars.

Yeosang shared a knowing look with Seonghwa. The two communicated something wordlessly, before Yeosang turned back to you.

“Will you be alright? You can always come back to help San-ah and I, if you want.”

A scoff leaves Wooyoung’s lips. It’s coupled with a roll of his eyes as he turns to look the other way. The gesture feels too familiar.

You shake your head.

“Okay,” Yeosang mutters.

He makes his way over to Seonghwa and leans into his space to whisper something under his breath. “Keep an eye on him, will you?”

It’s addressed to Seonghwa only. His voice was hushed enough for the two-toned boy to miss. They’re speaking about him, Wooyoung knows, but he chooses to keep his mouth shut for now.

Seonghwa nods, understanding Yeosang has similar worries. He then gestures for you to move towards him. You do so cautiously, footsteps light and ready to flee at any moment. They haven't returned your swords yet, so the odds of you beating Wooyoung on strength alone is low. His body emanates strength, as Jongho’s did. If he wanted to hurt you, you’d only be able to hinder him, not stop him.

Breaking tension, Seonghwa speaks. “We’re headed to the eastern border this morning. There’s a dense patch of woodland that way - we should be able to gather enough firewood for a few weeks worth.”

You nod, indicating your agreement. Seonghwa knows you don't often offer verbal answers, so he smiles gently and motions for Wooyoung to take the lead.

You cast a single glance over your shoulder at Yeosang as you make your way out of camp, and catch a glimpse of dark hair appearing from a nearby tunnel as you turn the corner.

The three of you walk for a little over half an hour before you reach the woodland Seonghwa had mentioned. He leads you into the trees, moving as though he’s done so many times before. Seonghwa has taken the leadership role of your little trio, obviously having scouted excursions like this before.

When you reach a sunny clearing another fifteen minutes later, Seonghwa stops. He nods to Wooyoung, who returns the gesture. The younger man pulls a large wood-axe from over his shoulder and you tense. It’s almost unintentional and you manage to suppress most of it, but the anxious thought still passes through your head. They’d led you miles away from camp and given you no weapons to defend yourself; it was an excellent set up for an execution.

However, before you can move, Wooyoung sighs and disappears into the woodland to your right.

“He’ll be back in a minute,” Seonghwa soothes. “Wooyoung-ah will bring back a log for us to split. ‘Sang-ie doesn’t want you swinging an axe over your head just yet.”

A slightly longer exhale indicates your relief. Seonghwa understands your hesitance to Wooyoung’s presence. He hasn’t exactly been inviting, after all. Seonghwa hopes you’re a little soothed by his company, at least.

Seonghwa’s dark hair falls in front of his eyes as the wind rustles the trees around you, The scent of pine needles and fresh air fill your senses. A deep breath sweeps through your lungs and the smell of nature brings a feeling of calm to your otherwise chaotic thoughts.

You lean your back against the rough bark of a pine tree. Seonghwa smiles again. His lips are full and he doesn’t show his teeth, but the pink skin of his mouth looks soft and inviting.

With dark eyes full of warmth, Seonghwa reaches for a holster on the side of his hip. He pulls out a worn hatchet and holds it out to you. The leather handle is beginning to peel, but the blade is still sharp. It’s obviously a well-used tool.

“I can trust you with this, yeah?”

You make sure to meet his eyes when you grasp the outstretched handle. Nodding firmly, you move slowly to make sure he knows you won’t hurt him. You crouch and set the hatchet on the ground at your feet.

Fiddling with the feather of an arrowhead he’s pulled from his quiver, Seonghwa fills the silence.

“When I found you,” Seonghwa starts hesitantly, “You had two swords - katanas, I think.”

A nod follows.

“How long have you trained with them?”

Not wanting to answer verbally, you continue balancing on your heels and grab a stick from the debris beneath your feet. You brush some twigs away to clear some pine needles and draw the number ‘eighteen’ in the dirt.

“Eighteen years?” He asks.

Another nod.

Seonghwa hums and sends you another gentle smile. “I’ve been training with my bow for about that long too.”

While you wait for Wooyoung to return, Seonghwa continues to ask little questions. He doesn’t seem to mind when you don’t answer verbally, which you’re grateful for. The dark haired boy is delighted that you respond to his mindless questions regardless. It sends a beat of warmth down his chest to see you a little more relaxed. The tension hasn’t left your shoulders, nor has the apathetic look left your face. However, your breaths are uncontrolled. Each inhale no longer matches each exhale, and they instead are deep and calm.

Seonghwa understands why San and Yeosang have taken to you so quickly.

Though reserved, you make good company in the silence. You listen to each story as Seonghwa rambles; your single eye never leaving his form. Your attention is undividedly on him. The mask covering the right half of your face does not discourage him. Though, he can see the irritation of skin underneath it. He knows you won’t take it off - Yunho had mentioned you don’t even take it off when alone. Perhaps, you’ve grown used to it.

A rustle of leaves to your right, breaks both of your attention. Seonghwa stands, ready to move to aid Wooyoung in luging a heavy log into the clearing. You move to follow him, before you hesitate.

The footsteps are quiet.

Each step towards the two of you is deliberate and slow. They’re placed hesitantly to reduce the cracking of twigs underfoot.

Whoever is approaching the two of you isn’t Wooyoung.

You can't see the shape of the person approaching, but they're clearly larger than Wooyoung. The steps are too heavy. Wooyoung doesn’t linger when he walks, he’s too headstrong to hesitate as this person does.

When the sound of a bow being strung fills your ears, you’re already moving.

You don't think as you dive for Seonghwa, who’s begun approaching the sound. With a grunt, you grab him by the waist and push him to the floor just as an arrow hits the tree behind the two of you. Its’ trajectory would have impaled you at the throat had you not moved.

Seonghwa huffs as you two hit the floor. He’s startled, releasing a shout. At first, he thinks you may be taking the opportunity to escape. However, when the distinct thud of an arrow meeting wood hits his ears, he’s aware of the danger.

Your body is over his, covering his unprotected back. Seonghwa is again caught off guard. At the first sound of danger, he had assumed you would instinctively protect yourself. However, you had immediately jumped for him. He's filled with warmth for a moment at the gesture, before he’s brought back to the intensity of the situation.

The bow is strung again.

Seonghwa rolls, shifting his weight over yours. He pins you to the dirt this time and ducks as another arrow flies overhead. You let yourself go limp, allowing Seonghwa to maneuver your body so that he has the ability to cover the both of you. Your skin is warm where it meets his. Scarred flesh rubs against empty skin, and you suppress a shiver.

You look helplessly at the hatchet laying feet away. It had been abandoned when you dove for Seonghwa. Now it lay there, mocking you. Seonghwa looks frantically from the woods behind your heads to you. His teeth are gritted and his jaw is clenched.

Seonghwa shifts the two of you again, hiding your bodies behind the shape of a fallen tree. Two more arrows hit the other side of the log, intended for your skin.

“Wooyoung!” He cries out.

Pulling out his longbow, he presses his back against the fallen log and you do the same. Neither of you can get a good angle to peek out at the attacker. When Seonghwa tries, an arrow meets the wood where his head would have been if he hadn’t ducked.

With a curse, Seonghwa fiddles with the string of his long bow. The mask digs painfully into your skin and your heart races. Unable to help without a weapon, you simply look at Seonghwa. Your chest thuds and you can feel your heart beating in your throat, but the familiar feeling of battle does not frighten you.

Your eyes shift to the arrow that was first fired. It sits embedded halfway into the trunk of the pine tree you had rested against. It had been intended for you. When you glance at the other remaining arrows, a similar sentiment can be seen. Aside from the last arrow, which had been aimed for Seonghwa, each arrowhead appears to have been meant to meet your flesh.

When you flick your attention back to Seonghwa, there must be something lingering in your gaze. Seonghwa seems to understand your thought process, as he quickly glances at each of the arrows and then back at you.

He seems to know what you’re planning before you finish thinking.

The dark haired boy moves to lunge for your body, but you’ve already taken off.

Seonghwa cries out as you dive for the opposite side of the fallen tree. Your ribs twinge at the movement, but you ignore it. An arrow flies past your head. Continuing to move, you draw the attention of the attacker towards you. As long as you don’t stand still, your distraction should provide Seonghwa with enough time to shot the archer.

Another arrow wizzes past.

You dive for another tree. The thud of your body against the bark will definitely result in some nasty bruises later, but you don’t care. From this angle, when you peak around the side, you can catch a glimpse of the dark form of a man wearing all black.

Seonghwa won’t be able to get a good shot from his position. With the trees obscuring his vision, the man is nearly invisible to the dark haired archer.

Dropping to your feet, you grip a hefty stone in your hands. Turning it a few times, you take a few practiced deep breaths. It’s all too easy to relapse into this mindset. Battle is something familiar - something you don’t have to think about. Each motion is practiced and each act is deliberate.

But this time it's different.

Before, the only consequence of failure was your own safety. However, now Seonghwa is at risk of getting hurt for any of your careless mistakes. If you fail now, it’s not just your body on the line. Whatever you do next, relies on Seonghwa too. You have to trust that he’ll understand your signal.

You inhale. Five seconds. Exhale. Another five seconds.

You cry out.

“Seonghwa!”

Then, you’re lunging forward. The stone leaves your hands, thrown directly at the attacker in front of you.

In the next moment, two arrows are let loose from their strings. The first, hits the chest of the bowman in front of you. Before the stone could even hit the floor, Seonghwa had understood your sign. Without a view of the attacker, Seonghwa simply trusted your aim and fired where the stone would fall. Letting the arrow loose, Seonghwa lets out a hefty sigh of relief when the sound of arrow meeting flesh hits his ears.

Seonghwa had been startled at the call of his name. It’s the first sounds he’d heard leaving your lips, yet he’s already addicted.

The second arrow barely grazes the skin of the right side of your head before the arrowhead embeds into the tree behind you. You barely wince when the skin splits open. Blood drips down your face and into the edge often mask, but you don’t care.

Letting out another exhale, you immediately flick your attention to Seonghwa’s hiding spot.

Before you can move to ensure his safety, Wooyoung is breaking through the tree line. Having heard Seonghwa’s shout, Wooyoung had immediately taken off in the direction he’d came.

“Hwa? Seonghwa!” He calls.

Seonghwa doesn’t have the time to answer before you step out from your hiding spot.

When Wooyoung reaches the clearing, it’s you he sees first. Then, his sight shifts to the body of the bowman near his feet. His gaze shifts from worried to angry and his mouth curls into a snarl. His fists clench and the fingernails dig into his skin,

“You.”

It’s spoken with so much venom, that you’re frozen solid. The tone is too familiar. Too much of his body language is reminiscent of previous situations. Even despite the battle, you’re more afraid now than you were before. Something in his snarl and cold eyes sends a shiver down your spine and your heart into your throat.

Wooyoung lunges.

Seonghwa is just standing from his crouched position as Wooyoung pushes you into the dirt.

“Wooyoung, stop!”

The cry leaves Seonghwa’s lips. It does nothing to stop Wooyoung.

He has you pushed into the dirt, wrists pinned underneath his fists. The grip digs into your skin and you struggle underneath him. Despite all your training, you don’t match Wooyoung’s physical strength, so you struggle uselessly underneath him.

“This is your fault!” Wooyoung spits. “I knew this would happen!”

The words strike a chord. There was a similar phrase being spit in your face not so long ago. Your chest is both empty and overflowing at the same time. Suddenly, you’re not in the forest anymore. Instead, it’s a familiar territory that makes your blood run cold.

Before Wooyoung can do anything else, Seonghwa is there.

The older boy pries Wooyoung from your form, holding back his partner as he struggles in his grip. The two-toned boy is practically hissing as he wriggles in Seonghwa’s arms.

“Let me go!”

“No-” Seonghwa grunts. “It wasn’t her! Wooyoung, please!”

Their struggle barely reaches your ears. When you hit the floor, buried memories begin to resurface. Flashes of a whip against your skin cross your mind. Shouts and taunts of the name ‘Gray’ ring against your skull. Hands are gripping your skin and pulling at your clothes. There’s rope against your wrists and it pulls tight against the skin,

While Seonghwa struggles against Wooyoung, a hazy look falls over your eye. Your body is limp, but your manage to shift into a deep bow. Knees pressed into the dirt and hands following suit, you squeeze your eyes shut. The right eye stings painfully.

You’re barely breathing. Your mind is no longer connected to your body. Wooyoung’s words had sent you into a mindset you only fell into in dire circumstances.

Digging your head into the dirt, the mask painfully pushes into your forehead. Tears well in your eyes and you try to swallow them down as memories flash past in waves. Nausea rises in your stomach and the acid bubbles in your throat. There is no controlling your heart rate now, as it beats painfully in your chest. The sound of its thumping pulse rings in your eardrums.

Your left eye leaks a tear.

The right burns beyond belief. The massacred tear duct is unable to allow the tear through, so instead, a droplet of blood leaks down your cheek. When the tear duct is finally reopened from the force of your cries, it’s blood that drips down your face. It seeps out the bottom of the mask and into the dirt.

Choking back a sob you know will get you punished, you cry out.

“’M sorry!” The word is spit out in a sob. “I’m sorry! ‘S my fault - it’s my fault.”

You whimper the words into the dirt, chest heaving and sobs barely concealed.

Wooyoung stops his struggle at your words. He goes limp in his partner’s arms, shifting his attention back to you. Seonghwa follows, and the two boys are met with your limp figure in a deeply postured bow. The first words they’ve heard you speak are muttered into the mud. Your face is pressed into the floor and your entire body trembles. A choked heave leaves your lungs, and Seonghwa lets Wooyoung go with a furrowed look.

When the men shift, you freeze.

Your entire body goes rigid. A beat passes, and then you’re limp. You haven’t passed out, that much Seonghwa can tell. When he leans forward, you arms turn upward. Forearms exposed and turned towards the sun, Seonghwa can see the lashes that decorate the skin.

He winces at the sight. When he doesn’t move, your forearms are exposed further, and Seonghwa finally understands.

You expect him to hurt you.

The older boy looks back at his partner, but Wooyoung is quiet. His mouth it still pressed tight, but his eyes give everything away. They’re not surprised, but knowing. The scars at his wrists and neck sting painfully.

Seonghwa looks back at you.

“Gray?” He mutters softly.

The demeaning name echoes through your entire being.

Your body shifts at the unknowing command. Sitting back on your heels, you clasp your wrists behind your back and tilt your head back to the sky. In a position of weakness, the two men can now see the blood dripping from the bottom of your mask and down your neck.

When your head finally rolls back to offer your throat, both Seonghwa and Wooyoung’s eyes fall on a bright white scar that used to be hidden under the neckline of your clothes.

The white line crosses the length of your throat in a nasty scar. From one side of your neck to the other, a jagged scar sits at your jugular, and from your exposed position, it appears that you expect the two to add another to the count.

“Wooyoung.”

It’s stern. Seonghwa is serious now, words clipped and short,

“Get San as quickly as you can.” He addresses Wooyoung despite not turning to face him.

“No-” he cuts himself off, “bring Yunho too. Now.”

And Wooyoung takes off into the woodland behind him.

bonus:

seonghwa: so... are you like, seeing someone?

reader: uh, no. why?

seonghwa: idk, I feel like you should see a therapist or something

extra bonus :D

reader: are we fighting or flirting?

wooyoung: I'm literally pinning you the ground with my hands around your throat rn

reader: ...

reader: answer the question.

...

a/n: this hasn’t been proofread yet so idk if I like it but I’ll edit it later lol. sorry for all the woo biases out there (lol he’s one of my faves too) but we’re really going for that enemies to lovers type trope rn. anyway I hope y’all enjoyed! let me know if you want to join the tallest

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