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I have other posts in the process but couldn’t resist writing some more scandalous scenes/outtakes for these two 🥵🔥
Si-Oh shuddered as he felt Nam-Soon’s fingertips gliding through the hair at the nape of his neck, his head lolling forward in relaxation even as the rest of his body tightened in reaction.
Her fingers scratched downward lightly before both hands trailed outward, rubbing along each shoulder.
“You hold so much tension in your shoulders,” she said with a note of concern in her sweet voice, before beginning to roll the knuckles of her left hand into the tender knot above his left shoulder blade. He hissed reflexively - making to pull away, but she easily pulled him back, a stern “relax” coming from her mouth as a mutter.
He didn’t expect her to lean down closer, nearly flattening her chest to his back as her right arm reached out to form a band across his chest (still slightly ineffectual due to its shortness in length), while she continued to work his left shoulder in firm, sweeping motions. He grunted as she dug in deeper, appearing to map his musculature with her fingertips.
He hadn’t expected any of this to be entirely honest. Not her concern for his well-being, or her willingness to be so close to him, let alone massage his body.
When he'd stood up from his desk to try to stretch his torso and get the crick out of his neck, Nam-Soon had asked if a massage would help. He’d accepted her off purely out of curiosity, to see what she would do and he already regretted it. Not because he didn’t enjoy it, but because he was enjoying it way too much. Now he sat on a pillow on the floor, bent slightly at the waist as she sat on the couch behind him; first working the tops of his shoulders, then his back and arms.
As a man deprived of almost any human affection, physical or otherwise, Nam-Soon’s easy intimacy felt like dangling a piece of steak in front of a starving mongrel. He was hyper-aware of her chest pressed against his back, part of him grateful for the barrier of his starched business shirt and her cardigan - the other part disappointed by it.
All too soon, he could feel his arm slowly lowering, his arm beginning to hang limply - only Nam-Soon's grasp keeping it from falling to the floor. When she made her way down to his hand she knelt at his side, staring down at his hand intensely as she massaged first his wrist, then his palm, and then each finger. Her expression was determined, and it would have been obvious to anyone who looked that she was dedicating her entire focus to this menial task. When she finished with his hand, she laid it in his lap, only to rise and reclaim her position on the loveseat behind him - and begin the process all over again on his right shoulder.
He didn't think he had ever been this relaxed around anyone before, and part of his subconscious mind reeled at that. Yelling within his own mind that she should back off, that he should push her away and reclaim his space. Re-establish some distance between the two of them ... but ... he simply couldn't.
The slow fire burning beneath his skin was stronger than any narcotic he had ever tried, more intoxicating than any liquor. His eyes fluttered shut and he simply slumped backward, resting fully on her as he leaned back. The change in position didn't seem to bother her, though she did have to pull his right arm farther up now that her legs were pinned and she couldn't adjust to kneel at his side. He didn't care.
When she was finished and she lowered his arm to his lap again, she settled backward again silently, resting her hands on his shoulders. He was still relaxed but knew if he stayed in this position for long his neck would begin to bother him again. He was too long in the torso, the couch too soft and her legs too slight so his neck leaned at an awkward angle for his head to make contact with her thighs. He didn't want to give it up.
He sighed, unknowingly scrunching his brows in disappointment, and then he blinked his eyes open in surprise when he felt a light, barely-there stroke above the bridge of his nose. Brown, inquisitive eyes stared down into his own, sparkling with playfulness; a gentle smile curving delicate lips.
Ryu Si-Oh was used to seeing beautiful women, to having many surrounding him (some even as close as Nam-Soon was now), and yet ... none had ever made his breath catch in his throat, or his heart stumble in his chest like just now.
He would’ve stayed ensnared in that soft, giving gaze - except for the abrupt knock at his office door that made both of them startle. He jerked forward, rising seamlessly from his spot on the floor and striding back towards his desk. He grasped his business jacket from where it had been laid over his chair, swinging it around himself to shrug it back on in one fluid movement. When he had steeled himself against any weakness, he turned nonchalantly to face Nam-Soon as he fastened the buttons at his waist.
Nam-Soon hadn’t moved from her spot on the couch, but she wasn’t looking at him; she stared down at her hands, facing palm up in her lap. Part of him wanted to ask her what she was thinking but he strangled the urge. Instead, he somewhat brusquely called out “Enter!” in a gritty voice.
One of Si-Oh's assistants entered the office and began to babble on about some expenditure report he had requested updates on; Si-Oh spun on his heel and approached his chair, before taking a seat and gesturing for his assistant to continue. He tried to pay attention to what was being said but his gaze was continuously pulled to Nam-Soon. After a few seconds had passed, she silently stood from the couch before quickly pacing to the door and slipping away without notice. He spent the remainder of the impromptu business meeting trying to regain what little focus he could.
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Nam-Soon quietly slid the office door shut before spinning to slump against the wall beside. Her heart hammered inside her chest, heat rising to her cheeks as she pressed quivering fingertips to her cheekbones.
What on earth...? Her thoughts revolved around dark eyes and plush lips and forearms beneath a fitted suit.
Nam-Soon did not have much experience (try no experience) with emotions like lust or desire, but the sensations careening through her body were unmistakable. She nearly groaned aloud; her job just became so much more difficult.
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How dare them abandon my husband like that!! 😭
P.S: Please can someone make fanfic about him, he deserves to be loved tho. ( I did read some fanfic//one shot about him, but I need moreeeee 😔🙏)
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#strong girl nam soon#voice 3#ryu si-o#do kang-woo#kdrama#anyway lot of this ep 16 reminded me of Voice...like... from the minute the preview had swat waving the lights#and then the bloody boat scene#spoilers#Ogata ties up generalized father+brother issues and being overlooked by saviour+that shocker graphic ending#I mean i guess it was a forgone conclusion due to the drugs+ that last minute kick the dog with Hwaja(but what about Kyle? sm1 adopt him!)#I think after spotting too many badly done refs/parodies I ought have guessed we were getting Voice(the parallels are only in my head)...#Waikiki was A+; Bongsoon and Parasite etc not so much; it didn't fit organically just like Beyond Evil+Bong-soon+X-files didn't fit in BYT#Behind Your Touch was however solid in knowing like Noda how to comedy and parody(crime part was too weak) nd intersting flow nd characters#on that note mercy was at least had closure w/Binbin instead of left hanging lik KSW; now this is character+tragedy instead of plot device#Voice2-3 was weak when it came to the underworld; 2 was carried by Bang Je-su. Si-o is not Bang Je-su level but both are>Kaneki+Ppang#if this gets a season 2 unlike BYT though I'll be too mad at jtbc; theres enough actual good series hanging minus next seasons#I like Bread Song's aesthetic but begs the question why weren't the mom and Bread Song the actual main characters from the start?#oh and also their whole use of names and codeword was weird and not too...well interesting for lack of a better word#the whole biblical st. paul bread thing...#(Pavel is Russian for Paul)
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the writers know how they're portraying ryu shi-oh
i love grey characters, if not only for the psycho-analyzing potential. love them. so having a character like ryu shi-oh, especially with his tragic past, makes him very intriguing already.
at the same time, i did defend nam-soon & hee-sik to my friends for the entirety of the first three episodes, and i still try to give them a chance when they're on screen. it's a very comfortable ship, for sure.
but the writers MUST know what they are doing everytime they show us how badly ryu shi-oh wants to be free from his situation. especially seeing as to how he's started actively trying to break away from the mafia – notably, after he's begun to think he has a chance at friendship/love
darker, twisted relationships are present throughout several places in media and widely accepted and loved by those interested in the genre, and what shi-oh feels for nam-soon is a prime example that ticks off many additional tropes.
if they wanted the audience to root for nam-soon & hee-sik, there were SO many opportunities the writers had to really enhance their relationship, especially when hee-sik was at the funeral & nam-soon's brother was in the hospital – all we got was a phone call, which is realistically understandable, but artistically, it was a solid chance to have them support each other through hard times.
▪︎ in fact, the only times we've got them together in one room it's either been:
contribution to the main drug plotline
one of them is asleep
jokes about how they'll have to have a child quickly (personally, i don't really like how there's so much emphasis on this, especially when they depict it like it's a romantic thing)
hee-sik jealous of si-oh's closeness with nam-soon
that one scene where hee-sik loved nam-soon's cooking, unlike the rest of his team, which was also edited and directed like a cute joke, rather than something sentimental – they weren't in the same room for this one, lmao, but still:
i would've really been pulled in if there had been more lead up to a confession — from a technical standpoint, they have no key moments that made me root for them, other than "he's a good person", which isn't very compelling to me, personally
the writers are definitely aware of how they are portraying things and dividing up the screen time, and i do think they're going to have to villainize ryu shi-oh irretrievably for the current majority to switch over and consider nam-soon x hee-sik to be the best possible ship, but right now that's not true.
they might redeem ryu shi-oh, which will satisfy most of us, but it will still leave nam-soon x hee-sik a bit unconvincing unless they set up a very significant plot line with hee-sik which can convince us of their chemistry, and that will be pretty tough if they give shi-oh positive growth & character development.
#a very technical post#the writers know what they're doing to us#if they hurt si-oh you'll find me screaming into the void#strong girl nam soon#ryu shi oh#byeon woo seok#gang namsoon#lee yoo mi#kdrama
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last forever [3/13]
Summary: Zoro only offered to marry you to keep you out of an arranged marriage with a man much older than you. You agreed with the caveat of ending it via annulment once you received word from your parents regarding the original engagement, despite your growing feelings for your close friend.
Pairing: Zoro x Fem!reader, mentioned Sanami later (like epilogue later so chill)
Warnings: Marriage of Convenience, Fake Marriage, referenced sex (waaaaaay later on), mutual pining, Zoro is bad at feelings but what's new there, eventual romance I promise, mention of past attempted assault (I'll warn in that chapter), creepy older dude later on
Note: At time of posting, this is the most recent chapter I have finished. Chapter four will be worked on and hopefully posted tomorrow (4/29), then I will update every Monday, hopefully.
Your stress is through the roof, watching Zoro fight against Dracule Mihawk. You're wringing your hands hearing Luffy tell Johnny and Yosaku not to interfere, and it makes you want to jump over and help. You knew this was his plan as soon as name left Johnny's mouth before you all arrived at Baratie, you hadn't gotten the chance to tell him he should wait, and seeing his swords break, the large attack from Mihawk that left him bloodied and Luffy screaming his name now makes you wish you could go back and do that.
"Sis, we need your sewing skills!!"
Johnny and Yosaku brought Zoro onto a small ship manned by Usopp, one you'd probably be taking to go after Nami and bring her and the Merry back.
You're about to jump in and go to them, before remembering the one thing keeping you from doing so.
Damn it, I can't swim!
"You have to bring him over here! You guys know I can't swim!"
"We can't get close enough," Usopp yells and looks between you and Zoro, "He's bleeding really bad!"
Biting your lip, you barely notice Luffy wrapping his arms around you three times before he says your name.
"You're gonna fly!!"
"Wait wha–"
Luffy lifts you up and stretches his arms all the way over, making sure you've touched down on the boat before he lets go, arms snapping back as he tells you to help Zoro. You start getting your supplies ready, your heart pounding in your ears and you barely notice Zoro awake, lifting up Wado Ichimonji and making a promise to Luffy with heavy breaths and tears you've never seen before.
Actually, you've never seen Zoro cry before this day.
"Until I become…the world's greatest swordsman, I swear…I'll never lose again! Got that, King of the Pirates?!"
Hearing Luffy's agreement makes you smile as you stare at Zoro, quickly remembering you have to start stitching him up or he'll bleed to death in this tiny boat. Usopp starts you all in the direction Nami took the Going Merry, while Johnny and Yosaku watch you with tear filled eyes as you stitch up the gash from Mihawk down Zoro's chest, he's nearly fast asleep by the time you finish and cut the thread.
A very quiet word of thanks leaves his mouth before he's asleep, you simply respond telling him not to mention it, rinsing your hands in the sea water. Johnny gives you praise for being able to stitch up such a large wound, Usopp saying you were one of the best he'd ever seen for a makeshift doctor. You hear them, but don't respond, watching Zoro sleep instead. Despite his loss to Mihawk he looks as if he's resting peacefully, and that makes you happy to think about for the time being.
You're quiet as you place a hand on his face, stroking his cheek slightly while telling the others that he'll be alright, before removing your hand from his face.
You'd love to tell him how amazed you are and that you have feelings for him, but now's not the time. Maybe another day, when you aren't chasing down your friend who's stolen your ship and is going off to who knows where, and maybe when Zoro isn't unconscious from nearly bleeding out after taking on a fight he couldn't win (but oh how badly you wanted him to win it).
Right now, you have to focus on Nami.
+!+
How you all have now liberated three towns from Pirates or the threat of Pirates, you aren't sure. Your crew isn't anything like the Pirates your parents had tried to teach you to fear as a child. Luffy was far too kind and really only wanted to be King of the Pirates, but helping Nami came first.
Freeing her home from Arlong and his Fishman Pirates was the main priority of the day, and you were glad to lend a hand. Nami had become your best friend in no time, you had to help her. Even when you were told (ordered really) to stay back by Zoro, you made sure you were ready to help if needed.
And you tried. Tried to pull Zoro away after he'd beaten Hachi and was on the verge of collapse from a fever and his wounds from Mihawk, but he tried to shove you away and tell you he was fine despite the dizzied look he had. Arlong ripping his stitches out caused you to try again, trying to help him, but you were stopped by Johnny and Yosaku pulling you back, telling you not to bother because you'd just die.
Even seeing Luffy swap places with Zoro terrified you that he was going to be even more badly injured, but you were still held back by your old friends through the end of Luffy's fight against Arlong, finally freeing Nami and her hometown.
Your biggest concern afterwards was Zoro, but when you saw him later that day with a drink in hand you knew he was fine. Most of your time at the party was spent with Nami and her sister Nojiko, listening to Usopp tell his stories to the kids, and sharing Sanji's food with Luffy. Every now and then you'd look for and find Zoro, a few times smiling brightly at him when you caught his eye, which made him look away from you immediately.
Sanji, still brand new to the crew, noticed the looks you and Zoro shared that night. You were strange, your relationship with him, whatever it was, was strange to him.
Even stranger, he notices you leave Nami and Nojiko at one point, hurrying over to Zoro and latching onto his arm, making him lean in to hear whatever you had to say. He rolls his eyes while you smile, but doesn't shake you off, letting you move his arm around your shoulders while he has another drink.
You're weird, both of you. The rest of the crew isn't phased at all by the two of you being so buddy-buddy, but Sanji wonders what you two have going on. Are you together? How long have you known each other? Surely you only met when you each joined Luffy, right?
When Zoro leaves you to go look for Luffy, food, or another drink, whatever it is, you seem content to be left alone, until Sanji sees your shoulders drop and you look almost like you're going to cry. Maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him, he's not sure.
But if Zoro said or did something to upset you, Sanji was going to make sure the swordsman paid for it.
+!+
The majority of your crew doesn't know of your struggles with nightmares. Normally they take the form of your parents, the man they were going to force you to marry, and being trapped in a loveless life in your home village where most treated their children like property to be sold. Your only solace there being your older brother who was protective over you. Being the one to help you run away, making you swear to never come back and to take his sword to protect yourself after he'd spent the last few years teaching you how to use it.
You were good at keeping those demons to yourself, to not worry anyone. The nightmares had been less lately anyway, you felt safe with everyone around. The six of you on your way to Loguetown, you and Nami snatching up the office area as your room, both turning in late in the night after long talks about numerous things.
Your bad dreams, however, took a new form that night. This time, the dream takes you back to Baratie, back to Zoro's fight against Mihawk, and instead of him waking long enough for his promise to Luffy, you're sitting beside him while he bleeds from the wound and you're unable to move. You can't bring yourself to start stitching him up, and before anything else happens, you've woken up.
While it wasn't as bad as the dreams about your parents, it was enough to shock you awake and into a seated position on your bed. Nami is still fast asleep in her own bed, apparently not having noticed or heard your heavy breathing from the nightmare. You don't know why your nightmares took this turn, you'd much rather deal with seeing your parents in your dreams than seeing your closest friend and ally dying in front of you, even though he was just down the hall and alive.
It's several minutes of tossing and turning before you decide to get up and sneak off to the boys' bunks, turning back to your habit you'd been determined to stop as more crewmates joined, but you can't help it.
The past nightmares have been enough to make you slip into bed with Zoro before, he never fought you over it and let you stay, let you continue when it was just the two of you, but with more friends you worried they'd all get the wrong idea.
And maybe they will, but if Zoro doesn't mind and it helps you sleep, they shouldn't complain or tease you. Hopefully.
Usopp and Luffy are both spread out on the floor, making you have to tiptoe around them to get to Zoro's hammock, not even registering that Sanji's is empty.
You're quiet while you slip in and under the blanket, wrapping your arms around Zoro and making yourself comfortable. You figured he was asleep when you walked in, but his hand moves to grab one of your own, thumb stroking the back of your hand while he waits to hear if you say anything.
You don't, Zoro doesn't mind, he knows you won't tell him the contents of your nightmares anymore, not after the first one. If you're unable to sleep, he's glad to let you join him and keep you safe. He promised he would do so, helping keep your demons away so you could rest.
Unfortunately, your peaceful sleep is interrupted early in the morning by Sanji shouting at Zoro to get off you, like he'd done something wrong when you were the one to climb into his hammock.
"What do you think you're doing to [Y/N]-chan, you moss head?! Get your hands off her!"
A pillow lands on your face, likely aimed for Zoro, but it misses him due to the fact his face is buried in your shoulder while one arm is around you. Normally your face would be red at this, but with Sanji still nearly screeching for Zoro to "unhand" you, all you can think about is crawling in a hole and dying.
Zoro gets fed up and eventually lets you go, taking the pillow that disturbed you both and throwing it back at Sanji with twice the force.
"Shut up already!! You're going to wake the whole damn East blue!"
"I will as soon as you stop violating sweet [Y/N]!"
Yeah you really want to just up and die right now.
"Who's violating her?!"
"You are, you savage!"
"How do I violate my own wife when she's the one that crawled into my bed?!"
Everything goes quiet, you don't want to know what look is on Sanji's face at the moment, but you're grateful for Nami coming in and telling everyone to shut up, even though she's a moment too late. Luffy and Usopp were awake and just watching the scene unfold, until Zoro's statement which makes Usopp's eyes go wide and Luffy laughs. He just knew you two wouldn't be able to keep this secret.
You're so embarrassed that you pull the blanket up over your now definitely bright red face, wishing Zoro and Sanji didn't feel the need to egg each other on and instigate all these petty fights.
When you finally decide to look and see what's going on, Luffy's still laughing, Nami is confused, Zoro's still got a glare set on Sanji, while your chef and Usopp are both looking at the two of you wide eyed, disbelief on their faces before there's one outburst from Sanji.
"Your WHAT?!"
+!+
It feels like an interrogation. You're in the kitchen still in your pajamas with Usopp and Sanji both questioning you and Zoro about your little marriage, Nami and Luffy enjoying breakfast to your side.
Zoro's completely unbothered by the whole thing, answering Sanji's questions with an annoyed look, while you answer Usopp's inquiries with your face still red from the way everyone was woken up that morning.
Eventually, they come to realize you two are only married to prevent the arranged one your parents set up, making Sanji sigh in relief and Usopp is slightly concerned but seems to understand.
“So, one more time,” you just can’t look at Usopp while he relays your situation once again, “You and Zoro got married to prevent you being forced into an arranged marriage, but you’re going to annul?”
You nod, taking glances at Zoro, who continues to glare at Sanji for waking you both too early. All of this was too much first thing in the morning, and you both had decided to keep this little marriage a secret from any new recruits, wanting only Luffy and Nami to know because you’d both slipped up with calling each other husband and wife without thinking about it in front of them.
"And you're just waiting for your parents to say something?"
You nod again at Sanji's question. "It's weird, I know but…I just can't go back there. My older brother told me never to go back, or I'd definitely be forced into that marriage."
"Your parents suck." Luffy nodded, still eating his breakfast when you look over at him with a smile. "But we'll keep you safe! We'll fight anyone that tries to take you from us!"
"No one's forcing you back home," Zoro doesn't look at you, instead moving to leave and start his training for the day despite not having breakfast yet, "I'll make sure of that."
There's something in the way he says it, as you thank everyone, that makes Sanji lean back in his seat and watch Zoro leave. Even with you both stating you were not in love and were going to annul the marriage as soon as you heard from your parents, Sanji swears there's something weird about the way Zoro treats you.
It might just be friendship, but it feels like something more that neither of you are saying. You absolutely could be hiding real feelings for each other, he knows that, the way you two speak to each other and work together seems to say so, but until either of you say anything, Sanji isn't willing to believe this is anything more than a sham marriage.
There's something else, he's noticed in his short time with you all, in the way you look at Zoro, the way you speak to him as well. Zoro's a tough guy, but you speak so gently and kindly to him, it's almost like you really are his wife and want to stay that way. Maybe it's just your dynamic since you two have known each other much longer than the other Straw Hats, but Sanji isn't convinced. You and Usopp break him out of his train of thought by asking for breakfast, which he proceeds to provide you both with a grin, deciding he'll have to ask you another time if you have feelings for the moss head swordsman. If your heart's already taken, he'll gladly leave you be, despite his rivalry with Zoro.
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mea culpa | seokjin | m
snippet: you’ve traveled long and far to seek out a warlock to be your teacher. but he ends up teaching you much more than just magic...
pairing: seokjin x female reader, ft koh shinwon
genre: smut, fluff, humor, angst
au: fantasy, warlock jin, half warlock reader
word count: 16.9k
rating: explicit
warnings: swearing, demon summoning, mentions of the demon realm, mentions of death, mentions of blood, mentions of smoke, seokjin has a traumatic past, y/n’s parents died, seokjin feels responsible for someone else’s death, seokjin tricks a demon, someone is briefly on fire, mentions of infidelity, hidden identity, seokjin passes out in one scene, their love is gross
sexual warnings: explicit sex, impreg kink, oral (male receiving), oral after vaginal sex, dirty talk, licking, marking, choking, slight praise kink, begging, teasing, unprotected sex, seokjin is a dom and this shit aint vanilla so ur WELCOME, sir kink
a/n: you might recognize this fic from my old blog. if you do, please do not mention the name of my old url or pseud to protect my identity. thank you
Smoke erupts and billows instantly from the pentagram, making Seokjin fly backwards to avoid inhaling too much of it. In his youth he’d found out the hard way that sulfur infested smoke tends to burn the nostril hairs. Seokjin would spend the next couple of weeks after summoning a demon scrunching his nose in every which way to try to find some sort of relief from the constant burning and itching. Sulfuric smoke is also, surprisingly, not great for home decor! Numerous amounts of perfectly good curtains just...destroyed. They never even stood a chance. Endless nights were spent mopping the walls and so much money was wasted on scented candles...
Seokjin has learned immensely since then. Now, summoning a demon is as easy as loading a dishwasher. Annoying, nobody wants to do it, but relatively easy nonetheless.
The dark bluish grey smoke continues to build throughout the dimly lit basement. With walls made of concrete and hardwood floors, Seokjin had almost forgot to add windows when designing the place. Talk about ventilation problems.
Seokjin huffs annoyedly and grabs a book of spells off the shelf, sits down in the corner chair and waits. He knew that demons relating to love especially enjoy taking their sweet ass time being summoned.
Finally, after getting halfway through the spellbook, a dark body starts to bubble to life inside the pentagram. Its back is hunched over, shaking in movement as a cat would do before throwing up a fur ball. A large groan shakes the walls and Seokjin remains expressionless as he reaches out and catches a book that’s falling in midair, still reading his book in his other hand. He throws the fallen book back up into the air and with magic pushes it back into its rightful spot on the bookshelf. Seokjin resists the urge to yawn.
The head of the demon starts to form now. Its slimy somber scales shimmer in the dark room. Seokjin reaches behind his chair in the corner and grabs his umbrella. He opens it towards the demon and waits as he continues to read. The demon stretches its head upward towards the high ceiling and shakes vigorously. Globs of black slime and demon sweat splatter the room and bounce off the umbrella. After counting to ten, Seokjin closes the umbrella and sets it up against the bookshelf.
“What do you require from me, warlock?” The demon snarls, wet goopy blobs of drool seeping webs from its sharp jaws. Seokjin glances up and unfortunately notices the steady drool pool building at the demon’s feet, sneaking into every crack in the hardwood floors. Unknown to most amateurs, demon drool does not come out easily and the smell will last for a couple of decades if not longer. Seokjin groans realizing all but too late that he forgot to put his tarp down before drawing the pentagram. But that’s alright. He felt like moving soon anyways.
“Hello there, Asmodeus.” Seokjin smirks and slams his book shut, tossing it up into the air as it finds its spot on the shelf with other books. “What does one normally require when summoning the demon of lust?” Seokjin stands and picks at some dirt under his fingernails before crossing his arms to glare at the grotesque beast in front of him.
“You need a love potion.” The demon pants heavily, still trying to regain his breath.
“Precisely,” Seokjin says unamused. “So, if you may-”
“Not so fast, warlock. You know the deal. You know what I want,” it howls lowly.
Seokjin wishes he would have kept the book so that he could throw it at the demon. “Really there’s no need to act like an animal. You know the deal,” Seokjin mockingly throws back. “We negotiate price and then you give me the product. How about...five?” Seokjin wagers.
A wet gurgling sound erupts from Asmodeus’s throat. “Ten!” He demands.
Seokjin paces back and forth in front of the pentagram, holding his shoulders high with poise.
“Absolutely not. That’s far too long. Seven years of freedom. That’s my final offer.”
Asmodeus grunts his response before waving his hand side to side in the air. The smoke around him twirls and spools around his clawed hand. A few more drags of his claw and an object begins to form in the air. A faint flurry of pink light starts to shine amongst the dark bluish grays of the room. Seokjin stares completely mesmerized. The object takes full form and Asmodeus breathes out of his mouth to push it towards Seokjin. It’s a vial no bigger than Seokjin’s pinky finger. Inside, it holds a vibrant pink liquid. The vial has a pointed tip sharp enough to cut through skin. The knob on the top swirls in different directions, giving off a flare for the dramatics.
Seokjin gasps as he takes it into his hands. “It’s so cute!”
“I knew you were annoying. Paimon said so himself.”
“Aw man really? I thought Paimon liked me,” Seokjin pouts and sits back down in the corner chair. “I thought we had quite the lovely chat last time.”
“No demon wants to sit here and compare poetry with you for eight hours. Especially not the demon king Paimon.”
“Oh!” Seokjin slaps his palm to his forehead. “Paimon is the demon who grants slaves! Not the demon who is a slave! Damn. I guess I do tend to forget I get to hold you guys here until I say so,” Seokjin sighs heavily, “And all this time I thought he was actually interested in discussing Frost vs Dickens.”
The demon growls, its patience running thin, “No one...will ever...be interested.”
“Alright! Alright!” Seokjin tucks the vial safely into his robes and then raises his hands in defeat. “Then I guess we shall proceed with your payment.”
The demon licks its lips in excitement.
“I am so grateful you have decided to this favor for me for free!” Seokjin snaps his fingers together. Asmodeus tries to take a step out of the pentagram only to be burned and forced back by the invisible shield containing him.
“What?” The demon screeches at the top of its lungs, the force of the scream pulling Seokjin’s hair up in an oddly styled updo that remains in its horrid placement once the demon stops.
Seokjin takes a second and coughs, trying to get the smell of Asmodeus’s breath out of his face. He smooths down his coat front, then looks back at the demon. “I would be...careful with how you react next. I think you are forgetting who my dear old auntie is,” Seokjin walks around the room, cooing the words. “And you and I both know how desperately my beloved auntie wanted a child of her own, so guess who’s her favorite thing in all the realms?” Seokjin lays on the taunting as thick as he can. The demon huffs so intensely that sulfuric smoke comes out of his nostrils. His silence only boosts Seokjin’s ego.
“That’s right.” Seokjin turns his back to the demon only to look over his shoulder and bat his eyelashes as prettily as he can. “Me. I’m her favorite! So, I’d save my breath if I were you. No use in trying to threaten me. Cause I know that you know how unforgiving dear old Lilith is.”
“You just promised me seven years of freedom on earth.” Asmodeus tries to keep his anger under control by keeping his voice level.
“Yeah, I promised you seven years of freedom...from me!” Seokjin beams at Asmodeus, putting a little gleam of sparkle on his teeth for better impact. “I never said what type of freedom you’d receive. Although, I will say, I will miss you terribly.”
“You abuse your magic so…so much wasted potential.” Asmodeus sways within the tight confines of the pentagram.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it all before from my father,” Seokjin mutters and looks back towards the bookshelf. Resting at eye level is a dark orb. Although it may look ordinary to anyone else, it inflicts pain deep within Seokjin’s body. The deep hurt that comes forth with the memories causes such physical pain that it leaves him gasping on the floor if he’s not in the right mental state. Today is just a pinprick. Seokjin looks away before it can cause any more harm.
“You will regret this, warlock. You’re already on thin ice with many other demons you’ve mocked.”
“Oh, please.” Seokjin turns his back to the demon and takes out the love potion from his robes. He stares deeply into it and listens as if it were talking to him. As the pink liquid moves back and forth with momentum, Seokjin feels a pull in the back of his mind.
You will never be loved.
Seokjin quickly shakes away the thoughts and puts the vial away yet again. Asmodeus is saying something behind him, ranting more likely, but he can’t hear the words. The weight of loneliness comes crashing down around him and all he wants is for this demon to be out of his house so that he can get to work on the potion.
“Yeah, yeah.” Seokjin waves at the smoke, not even bothering to look at Asmodeus. “I’m done with you. See you in seven years when you can come back to play! Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo.”
Asmodeus roars and tries to rush out of the pentagram. He bounces back as if a force field binds him inside. “You can not move Hell you-”
Seokjin will never know what horrid name Asmodeus was about to call him, for he had already sent the demon back to Hell were it belongs.
Smoke rushes out through every crack in the room as it flees the scene. In a matter of moments the only proof that a demon had been summoned is the pentagram in the center of the room and all the snot and drool alongside it.
Seokjin takes out the vial once more and watches as the liquid sloshes around inside. Normally, when his head is a little more leveled, Seokjin would have asked about the side effects, how to properly use such a powerful concoction, and anything to fact check to make sure he was given the right potion. Under these circumstances though, Seokjin has grown impatient. Asmodeus, as hellish as he can be, is ironically an honest demon. Only novice warlocks have been tricked by him and that’s only due to the tricky wordplay Asmodeus gets off on. Asmodeus could be a much better demon if he would just listen to Seokjin’s poetry debates.
Seokjin leaves the room and shuts the door gently behind him. He walks up the stairs into the main floor of his home before heading up even more stairs towards his study in the attic. Across the room is an old wooden desk that’s been with him through many travels over the years. The walls are lined with yet more books covering almost every genre and subject. Every genre, that is, except horror. Seokjin can’t stomach the stuff.
He sits down in his desk chair and runs his hand over the top of the desk, wiping away the dust from its surface. Seokjin takes out the vial for the last time and uncorks it. The smell alone is overwhelming of peaches and roses, but masked beneath the innocent and alluring fragrance is an underlying darkness. Suddenly the peaches are rotten and the roses wilted. This is dark magic indeed.
Seokjin takes a deep breath and begins the spell.
Seokjin opens up the windows in his living room to let the dusty air waft out. Recently acquiring an old forgotten spell book, he’s been trying to revive some old tricks and... well...one of them was definitely not supposed to be resurrected. He wipes the soot from his face with the back of his hand, cringing at the smokey smell.
"All I wanted was to transport in time," he grumbles. Seokjin stares out one of the windows and revels in the newfound sunlight. He's locked himself inside for days now and completely forgot that spring is just around the corner. Well, by the looks of it, it's here now and has been for a few days. Bright rays of sunshine cascade down through his window, warming his skin. He closes his eyes and takes in the moment, finally allowing himself a seconds peace of mind.
Opening up his eyes again, he watches as the townsfolk of Daemur bustle about. Ah, to be human and have human agendas. He thinks to himself.
Daemur has always been a quiet town and that's what initially drew Seokjin to it about fifty years ago. The people are kind and over welcoming, but at the same time they keep to themselves unless they want something from him. They never bother to stop and think, "hmmm I wonder why blooms of smoke constantly come out of that weird warlock’s home at the edge of the town?" And for that, Seokjin loves them.
Plus it does make it easier that if they try to find him, they can’t no matter how hard they look. Seokjin is very prideful over his glamour work. What makes the glamour even better is that the town is in the middle of the desert. Most of the time, the people get confused and think it was just a mirage and head back to where they came from.
As the years go on, Seokjin begins to grow rather bored and, if he dare say, lonely. Being the only warlock in town has its nice moments. His favorite part being the constant praise and idol worshipping from the humans whenever he decides to step into town. Who wouldn’t love that? The cons outlist the pros, unfortunately. People are constantly calling out for him asking for help with simple tasks or wanting him to teach them magic and spells and how to summon demons. He can no longer walk about the town freely without someone tugging on his shirt sleeves asking for some sort of favor. Seokjin shudders with the memory of a young man who had approached him several years ago wanting to become Seokjin’s apprentice. Although he could have handled the situation a little bit better and more maturely, Seokjin still blames himself for that man’s death. He had no idea how serious the human boy was about summoning a demon and in Seokjin’s impatient youth, he had given that boy a summoning book. The young boy was charming, had a lot of potential. But so naive. His mundane fascination with magic was what ultimately lead to his undoing. So, Seokjin definitely had to rethink how he handled human affairs after that situation.
He isn't the only magical creature in Daemur, no not even close. Being surrounded by others from his world definitely soothe his mind from time to time. It just isn’t the same as being with those who understand him, those he can relate to. While other magical creatures remain close, he is the only warlock in the vicinity.
Seokjin plops down by the windowsill in his home and continues to stare out at the world before him. Maybe he should move again...he never did like staying in one place too long. The restlessness has definitely been creeping back into his bones like a deep tickle. Despite this, he just can't seem to shake this feeling that something is not only missing, but something very important is here in Daemur. He just hasn't found it yet.
Seokjin is about to get up and practice more spells when there's a knock on his door.
He sighs, tilting his head back for a moment before lowering it and standing to see who could possibly be bothering him yet again. And how the hell did they get past the glamour?
Growing up, your parents tried to hide you from anything that involved magic. Any storybook that had even the hint of magical creatures or magical worlds? Immediately tossed away. You always thought they were just being overprotective, simply trying to shelter their only daughter from delving too far into the world of make believe. You firmly believed this until you were around the age of twelve. That was when you cast your first spell. On accident, of course. But that’s also when you found out that your parents kept your identity from you your whole life. You tried getting them to talk to you about it, but every conversation was immediately diverted. It drove a wedge deep between you and your parents and none of your questions were ever answered.
Until the day they died.
And that's how you got here, walking this long dirt road trying to keep your hopes up and the soles of your shoes in tact. The sun has been beating down on you for the past few days, your skin now sizzling with burns. Your body feels like it'll never stop sweating and every pulse of the vein in your head makes you more and more dizzy. You've already torn the sleeves off of your shirt to use them to wipe off the dirt and sweat, but it just keeps coming back. With just a small backpack resting on your shoulders it's starting to feel as if the entire world is resting there too. Everything you knew growing up was not real.
The dust from the road puffs up in clouds of smoke with every step you take. Your throat feels like sandpaper as you trudge on, knowing very well that the town coming up in a few more miles is your final destination. If only there were some trees or hills or even a single cloud, just something to block this ghastly sun.
You shake your head and trudge on, trying to ditch the negative thoughts. The more you dwell on it the worse it will get.
So, instead, you focus on him.
Waking up feels like trying to shove boulders off of your body. You groan and sit up, trying to rub out the kinks in your neck. Today is the day, the day you make it to Daemur. You shake off your aches and pains and walk with a newfound spring in your step, determination the only thing keeping you going. For the most part, you zone out which helps you maintain your rhythm.
And then you see her, Daemur. In all her glory. Small townhouses erect in the midst of the desert like terrain. But something makes you squint your eyes. It looks to be as if there's grass and shrubbery, trees and flourishment. You look behind you and all you see is the dry with the tiny dirt path you've been walking on. Circling above the town are white puffy clouds, bringing a sense of peace and calm. There's no other explanation for such an anomaly.
The rumors must be true.
Something magical lives here.
You walk into the town and you're surprised with how friendly the public is. On the map it shows that Daemur is a relatively small town with a low population, and yet, many people bustle about with friends and family members, getting fruits and vegetables from street carts and gardening in their front lawns. You smile as you nod and wave back to those who have greeted you as you pass them.
"Oh, miss. You must have traveled so far. Please come sit down and have a glass of water." An elderly woman grasps you by your elbow with a gentle touch. With your body already feeling so weak and at its breaking point, you allow her to herd you into her small cottage house and straight into her dining room. She sits you down and brings you a tall glass of water and sits across from you.
Trying to remain mannerful, you sip on the water and try to look as if you’re not extremely uncomfortable in this stranger’s house. Your throat cries out as the water slowly slides into your mouth, begging you to relinquish your control. In truth, all you want is to take the glass and dump the water right over your head.
"Don't worry, dear. You're more than welcome to use the shower after you get some food and water into your system. I've got some soup warming up on the stove that will be ready soon."
Her kind words make you want to cry tears of relief. She reminds you of your own late grandmother with her long silver hair tucked away in a loose braid, strands twinging out and about. The soft wrinkles around her mouth and eyes show how much she's laughed in her lifetime and that brings a smile to your face. Your original suspicions and uneasiness slowly disappear.
"Thank you. For being so kind. I really wasn't expecting it when I walked into town." You cough slightly as your vocal chords try to adjust from not speaking for so long.
"Nonsense! It's what we pride ourselves on! No stranger should ever feel like an outsider here. We've all grown up in this town together so we all get excited when someone new comes to visit. Oh! By the way, my name is Miana. I always forget to introduce myself," she laughs and hits the edge of the table with her hand as she rocks her body back and forth.
You smile, feeling completely at home with this woman. "I'm Y/N."
"Well, Y/N. You best get cleaned up. I'm sure you're probably here to see the warlock. All the newcomers usually are."
"So he is here! The rumors are true?" You say a little too excitedly. Miana gets up and walks over to the stove and stirs the soup, completely unfazed by your intense enthusiasm.
"Yes. He's here. He's been a true blessing to this town. Saved us from the droughts. Without him, this town wouldn't have survived," she sighs sadly, but smiles immediately afterwards.
That surely explains all the greenery and clouds up above.
"Where is he?" You blurt out a little faster than intended. Miana giggles at you, finding your excitement endearing.
"None of us knows where he resides though. He's very private. Only the deserving can find him."
An eerie wave washes over you. "What do you mean by deserving?" You can't see Miana who's still in the kitchen.
Then, slowly with a voice that could freeze water, she says, "Are you what he deserves?"
You leave Miana's home after taking a shower and eating, her last words dangling around in your head like spiders descending from their webs.
The old woman had disappeared when you emerged from the bathroom, a simple note on the door saying she had gone back into town and that you can stop by the house again if you ever need anything.
Something deep in your gut tells you that you won’t need to go back there.
Are you what he deserves?
"What could that possibly mean?" You ponder out loud. Worry overcomes you. You don't have any money, any unique skills, and your looks are pretty average. How do you know if you're what he deserves?
Passing more cottage homes, you walk deeper into town. That sense of ataraxy you felt when you first arrived is back and you take a moment to relish in it. The cool breeze blankets your skin and soothes the burns on your body. Hot and cold dancing together across the tops of your bare arms and shoulders gives you a sense of floating, like you're ascending away from this world.
You force yourself out of the feeling. There’s no time to waste and you need to focus.
Up ahead is a Brobdingnagian tree standing higher than any building you have ever seen in your entire life. With an abundance of green and yellow leaves, the branches cascade down towards the ground, almost like arms wrapping around something they’re trying to protect. Birds flit around and talk to one another, completely ignoring the people below. You keep walking until you see the top of a chimney with reddish smoke billowing from it. Picking up your pace, you nearly trip over some of the tree roots.
What you thought would be just another cottage turned out to be a grand home, a mansion compared to the other houses in the town. What appears to be a white base coat paint on the house starts to shimmer the closer you get. Almost as if diamonds are laced in the paint. With large windows and a long walkway, this house is a dream come true.
Without really thinking twice, you walk up the steps and grasp the brass knocker and let it fall. Deep, thundering echoes clang throughout the confines of the home, ringing a lot louder than you were expecting.
When you're just about to give up and walk back towards the heart of the town and beg Miana for a place to stay, the door opens. Your heart pounds deep within your chest, your breath catches in your throat. A gorgeous man stands before you in black dress pants and a black button up shirt tucked all the way in. He's wearing an elegant open dress robe with splashes of purples, greens, and blues in what appears to be an upward splattered pattern. Behind the clothes, though, is what really gets your nerves going. This man has a chest reflecting perfect curves of a hilltop, his shoulders broader than the horizon line as he leans against the doorframe. He crosses his arms over his chest and his toned muscles physically bulge. When your gaze meets his you almost gasp for breath. Aloof eyes look you up and down, his jaw clenching before he meets your gaze once more. His black hair curls slightly at the end which would have given him a sweet boyish look if not for his sharp and defined facial features. There's something domineering about his stance, something...powerful.
"Are you going to just stare at me or is there something I can help you with?" He sighs and cocks an eyebrow up.
Panicked, you try to remember what brought you here in the first place.
"I'm uh...looking for someone!" You blurt out.
"Okay. And you need me because..." he draws out the last word, leaning forward slightly.
"I'm looking for a warlock."
This time, his expression changes from curiosity and unamusement to annoyance. His eyes flick up to the corner towards his home and then quickly back to you. He takes part of his bottom lip between his teeth, not necessarily chewing on it, but rather holding it in place. He looks deeply trapped in thought.
"I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you, I'll just go." You point back to the town and begin to turn when he grabs you by the crook of your arm. Heat radiates where he touches you. His hands are darkened with a black ashy substance, smearing traces of it behind on your skin.
"I'm the warlock." He proclaims proudly. He begins to lead you inside his home, your stomach churning from nerves and you hope your arm isn't shaking in his grasp.
He ushers you to the left once inside his home which appears to be his living room. A single grey couch that looks as if it hasn't even been touched faces an unlit brick fireplace. There are shelves surrounding the room with little shiny trinkets and dusty looking books.
The stranger guides you to the couch, motioning for you to sit. Expecting him to sit beside you, you move over to the far side to give him some room. But he remains standing.
"Go on then. Plead your case."
"Plead my...? Excuse me? What's your problem?" Anger flickers deep within your stomach, rising up quickly. You lean forward to look closer at him, your eyebrows knitted firmly together.
"You clearly want something from me. Go on now. Just spit it out and we can get this over with. If it's too boring I'll probably say no. If it's too intense...I'll probably say no. Just get it out there and if it's interesting maybe we can work something out. Go on. You're wasting my time." He walks closer to you and sits on the coffee table, now a little too close to your person. He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, lowering himself to your eye level. He smiles and juts his head to one side, making you want to push him away even more.
"I wanted to ask you about warlock stuff," you say through gritted teeth.
"Adorable! Go read a book on warlocks." He stands up and turns away from you, waving his hand lazily. You stare after him, completely flabbergasted as he walks into the other room. For a moment, you remain on the couch. Should you leave? No. You’ve traveled far too long and endured too much to just give up now. Plus, it’s not like you have a home to go back to. So, instead of sitting there like a useless fool, you stand up and follow him.
The warlock is in his kitchen, leaning over the island and munching on a red apple. He smiles at you quickly with cheeks full before going back to chewing.
After swallowing, he looks at his half eaten apple as if debating on taking another bite or not. “I take it you’re not going to go read a book then?”
“No,” you say flatly. “I came all this way to talk to you specifically.” You keep your voice steady and present yourself as someone who won’t back down easily.
He sighs and takes another bite. “Fine!” Juice dribbles down the sides of his mouth. “Fire away.” He makes a finger gun and fires at you.
Not expecting him to give in so easily, you panic and your brain turns to mush. All the questions you had planned to ask, everything you had prepared, gone. You reach back and scratch the back of your neck, hoping that’ll jog your memory.
"So, uh, how long have you been doing the whole wizarding thing?"
“Wizarding thing? I-" he scoffs, eyes widening for a moment before he shakes his head and walks around the island until he’s invading your personal bubble yet again, jutting a finger into your face. “Let’s get one thing very clear. I am not a wizard. I am not a sorcerer. I am a warlock and you’re pretty damn lucky I’m a nice one too. If you would have called anyone else a fucking wizard they would have sent you to the demon realm faster than you can blink. The only reason why I even brought you into my home was because you somehow managed to slip through my glamour and that is not an easy thing to do.” He tuts and shakes his head.
“I’m-I...I’m sorry? I’m still new to all of this and-...wait. There’s more of you?”
“If there were more of me, sweetheart, the world would most likely implode. But I’m assuming you meant are there more warlocks like me-like us.” He quickly corrects himself and picks up an object from one of his shelves, wincing as he does so. It appears to be a black rock that’s had its sides smoothed and rounded. He twirls the rock in his hand, mulling it over apathetically. “Yes,” he mutters. “There are others.” He stares into the rock more closely. His earlier apathy and sarcastic aura has gone away. He now looks at the object as one would look at an old photograph of their childhood home now demolished into something unrecognizable.
“Wait, how did you know that I’m-?”
“Part warlock?” He interjects. “And yes, you’re a warlock not a witch. I don’t know who started that whole thing- anyways.” He cuts himself off. “Well, for starters, if you were fully human you wouldn’t have been able to find me in the first place.” He gestures around the room vaguely with the rock still in one hand. “This whole place is protected by magic.”
“Why?” You ask.
“I hate door to door salesmen.”
Ignoring his lame attempt at comedic sarcasm, you continue, "So...what you're telling me...is that the whole 'does he deserve you?' thing was all a joke?" Your voice raises near the end of your sentence, your anger getting the best of you. Turning away from the warlock, you pinch the bridge of your nose and take a deep breath to regain your composure.
"Well.” He places the rock back on the shelf and saunters closer, making you back up against the doorframe. He puts his palm against the door, right by your face and leans in further, his voice low and melodic. "Are you deserving of me?"
"No, no, no. She said are you deserving of me," you huff and push him away lightly. You hate the way your heart started to pound the closer he got. And hate the way you almost expected him to kiss you.
"I’m assuming you ran into that old bags Miana. Don't listen to her. She's clinically insane and thinks she belongs in the magic world and is my own personal secretary or something. Oh, and also." He smiles as he walks over to the dinner table and tosses a bright red apple at you and takes a large bite out of his own. "Don't let the whole warlock charm get to you that easily. Make it fun for me at least."
It's like you hit a brick wall. Your eyes widen and your mouth drops open as you brainlessly catch the apple with both hands. Did he make you want to kiss him with magic? Did he make your heart rate increase?
He sighs and leans against the table, now facing you. He takes another bite of the apple and rolls his eyes. "I'm not a faerie, don't worry. I can't use my magical tricks to make you fall in love with me."
Your shoulders relax and you let yourself breathe again.
"Damn, don't look too relieved." He pouts.
"I have every right to throw this apple at you," you taunt.
"Do it." He juts his chin forward and raises his eyebrows as he says it with a nice bright smile to finish it off. You swallow what might as well have been that rock he was looking at earlier.
You let out an annoyed breath and turn away from him, taking an angry bite out of the apple out of spite.
“So, do you have a name or am I just supposed to call you Sir Warlock or something?”
“Oh ho, Sir?” It looks like he’s about to say something more but he laughs before he can get the words out. He continues laughing until tears start to escape the corners of his eyes. You stare at him, annoyed that you’re not in on whatever it is that’s making him laugh so hard.
“Okay. What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.” He exhales loudly, wiping the edges of his eyes with his fingers. “Let’s just say...sir is an old...nickname I used to have and completely forgot about.” When he sees you staring at him with a confused stare he pokes his tongue out and bites down, leaning in close to your ear and whispers, “In the bedroom.”
You feel it. All the color leaving your face. It’s like it’s slowly being drained from top to bottom. After all the color is gone, the blood slowly gets pumped back into your face, which feels as if it’s burning and your breaths come out as gasps. This should not be turning you on right now. He is a stranger and you don’t even know his name-
“But you can call me Seokjin.”
“I’m, Y/N.” You smile nervously, avoiding his gaze.
“Great! Now that we’ve been properly introduced, let’s have a meal and we can get to talking.” Seokjin claps his hands and heads to the fridge to take out some leftovers. After getting everything ready, he sets two bowls of dumplings down on the table.
“So, what’s your story then, Y/N? Why did you travel so far to find me?” Seokjin dives into his food, his tone light and curious. The atmosphere has drastically changed since you first arrived. Seokjin appears to be more relaxed and, in all honesty, you feel more relaxed too.
“Well.” You try to chew faster, swallowing your food much too early causing you to gag slightly. Thankfully, Seokjin doesn’t notice. Or, at least, pretends he didn’t. “I came home from school one day to find my parent’s house completely trashed.” You set your fork down by your bowl, gazing deeply into your dumplings. Only, you’re not exactly staring at them. Instead you see the memories of that day as clear as if they were happening right before you once again. “It was clearly a break-in,” you sigh. You can feel Seokjin’s gaze on you, but your eyes remain glued to your food. “I went upstairs to see if they were home. All I saw was their bed had been sliced apart, everything from their closet was scattered on the floor...it was bad. I ran back downstairs to the kitchen and-” your voice cracks then. Taking a few deep breaths to compose yourself, you’re thankful that Seokjin hasn’t tried to say anything to comfort you. He patiently waits for you to continue when you’re ready.
“I found them on the kitchen floor.” You raise your head up and look at your new friend. Wordlessly, he reaches his hand across the table and wraps it over your clenched fist. His hand is warm and a tingling sensations raises from your hand and all the way up your arm. You no longer feel like you’re about to cry and the burdening weight has been lifted from your chest. Your shoulders relax and you look at Seokjin questionably. He gives a short smile, looking away from you.
“It’s an anxiety spell. Thought it would help a little.”
Warmth flutters into your chest as you stare at his hand on top of your own. “It does,” you say.
“So you’re here because you need my help to avenge your parents?” The idea of helping you no longer seems to be annoying to him. He asks this with sincerity and empathy. Although it’s nice and reassuring, it’s not why you came here.
“No. The police found my parents murderer the next day. Their death is not what brought me here.”
He raises an eyebrow, clearly confused.
“I’m here because there was a note in my father’s hand. I think he wrote it before he...died. That’s when I found out they weren’t my real parents. And that’s how I knew to find you.” You pause to take a sip of water, relishing how the cold calms your dry throat.
Setting the glass back down, you look at Seokjin’s hand from your peripheral vision. It’s still wrapped around yours.
A deep insecure thought swarms your mind, one that you’d normally push away and ignore. But something tells you that Seokjin might be just the person who would understand.
“My whole life.” You start out slowly. “I always felt as though I didn’t fit in. There was always something off, something missing. And now I know that basically my whole identity was hidden from me. If you’d have me, I’d love to practice under you. If you could teach me about your world, our world…I think it’s what my dad wanted for me. I think he knew how much I was struggling with myself. I’ll do anything you need me to do. I’ll do all the cleaning and chores...just anything to learn about who I am.”
Seokjin removes his hand from yours and the panic immediately comes back. He doesn’t need anyone to do chores for him! He’s got magic for that!
Seokjin clasps his hands together and looks to his right, towards the window. The trees are dancing in the wind, birds soaring around like little kites. They move with the wind, letting it guide them wherever it pleases.
You push your chair back and stand up, the sound of the legs of the chair against the hardwood floor making you cringe.
“I’m sorry if I overstepped. I understand it’s a lot for me to ask. You barely know me. If you don’t wish to take me on as your apprentice I will search for another teacher.” It takes everything within your willpower to keep your bottom lip from quivering. Seokjin stares at you with shock. Silently, he stands and comes over to you. This is the part where he wordlessly points to the door, you think. Where you have to leave with your tail tucked between your legs. You’ll never be able to scrub off this shame and embarrassment for the rest of your life.
Sparing him, you turn to leave on your own. You manage to take two steps before he grabs your wrist, his grip tight.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
You turn back to look at him, trying to keep the tears out of your eyes.
“We have about six hundred years of material to go over. If you want to learn anything we’ll have to get started right away.” Finally, a smile breaks out onto his face. And how could you not smile in return?
Then, a thought dawns on you. “Where will I stay?”
“With me, of course,” Seokjin assures without missing a beat. With his hand still wrapped tightly around your wrist, he guides you to the stairwell. He motions for you to go ahead of him and with your hand hovering lightly over the banister, you do so.
“Are you sure about this? I don’t want to overstep.” The thought of staying in the same house with a warlock as gorgeous as him sends a bolt of electricity throughout your body. What have you gotten yourself into?
“Don’t worry about it. I have plenty of room here anyways. And it’ll be more convenient to have you close so we can get enough training done.” He stops in front of one door in the dark hallway. He places a hand on the knob but hesitates.
“Hey, um. About earlier.” Seokjin raises a hand and rubs the back of his neck, his fingertips brushing the ends of his black wavy hair. “I was rude when we first met. I’m just so used to people bugging me all the time and trying to use me like I’m some dispensable miracle worker. I’m kind of excited to be working with you. It’s been a while since I’ve been around another warlock.”
You smile, taking the compliment more to heart than you probably should.
“Half warlock.” You remind him. He laughs and opens the door to your new bedroom.
You’re panting loudly, clutching at your knees and leaning forward to try to get some oxygen back into your lungs. Sweat races from your temple down to the edge of your jawline, dripping onto the matted flooring. A couple of months ago when you had first started training with Seokjin, you would have been embarrassed for him to see you like this. It was undeniable from the beginning; you have a crush on him. So, of course, being sweaty and gross looking isn’t ideal. But all of those worries and insecurities flew out the window after you realized that you were focusing on the wrong thing. One, you’re here for yourself and to learn more about who you are as a half warlock. And two, the way to impress this warlock was through magic and you’ll be damned if you aren’t going to crush everything he throws at you.
“Good.” Seokjin paces in front of you. “You caught on to that one rather quickly.” He turns his back to you, his hands clasped firmly behind him. You stare down at your bare feet, hoping that you’ll be able to sit down soon. The muscle at the arch of your foot is twitching and tightening with pain and you’re not sure how much more you can take. You’ve been practicing for hours now and haven’t had a break since breakfast.
Suddenly, something twinges in the back of your mind and your head whips up, looking straight ahead. Hovering not even two centimeters away from your right eye is the sharp blade of a small throwing knife. Your heart rate increases, your chest rising and falling more harshly than before as you allow your focus to contract, letting the knife fall on the ground in front of you.
“Very good!” Seokjin claps his hands and rushes towards you. Grasping your shoulders tightly, he gives you a light shake. His smile is contagious and you smile in return before letting your body fall to the floor. You cross your legs and rotate your neck in circles, feeling the pleasurable cracks as you do so.
“Please, no more surprises. The next knife you throw might actually end up in my eye.” You rub your forehead in lazy circles.
Seokjin joins you on the floor and places a white towel on your lap. You pick it up and dab away the pools of sweat surrounding your body.
“I’ve never seen a warlock do that so quickly into their training.” He beams. “I must be a good teacher.”
“I got lucky.” You correct him. “I know all your tricks now.”
“Nope!” His smile is so broad it must be hurting his face at this point. “I threw that with magic. Only very advanced warlocks could catch a knife like that. And even more advanced warlocks can sense that knife was even thrown in the first place. You’re ready for the next step!”
You groan and lay back on your back, throwing your arm over your eyes to protect them from the light above. Every muscle in your body feels heavy, which is funny because your training strictly involves mental work. At this point, your brain might as well just be a bowl of mashed potatoes.
Seokjin moves and you slide your arm up to your forehead so you can watch what he does. He walks over to the other side of the room towards the cubbys that holds your shoes and water. He picks up something you can’t quite make out. You sit up and squint your eyes to try to see better.
“Whatcha doing?” You ask, finally giving up on being sneaky.
“Huh? Oh, sorry, I thought you might have fallen asleep.” Seokjin sets down what you now see is a black rock.
“Is that the same rock thing you bring into every room?”
Seokjin freezes for a moment, his hand still hovering over the object.
“It’s...not a rock.” He hesitates.
“Then...what is it? It has to be important since you carry it around with you.” You see pain flicker in Seokjin’s eyes and you force yourself to stop talking. There is definitely something special about this object and it’s clear he’s struggling to decide if he should tell you or not.
You stand up and walk over to him. You place a gentle hand on his arm to try to get his attention away from the object. There’s something sentimental about it, and yet…
“It brings you pain. Why?”
Seokjin looks at you quickly, surprised at your words for some reason. His eyes shake back and forth, unfocusing and his mouth hangs open slightly. He looks away from you and bows his head back down. Some of his bangs look like they're painfully poking his eyes but he makes no motion to move them. All you want is to reach up and move them away for him, to care for him, but instead, you remain where you are.
“This,” he says slowly and, apparently, painfully. His chest rises and falls in an adante fashion. “This is an orb. From my home realm.”
“I thought most warlocks were born on earth?”
“Yes. I was the first to be born in a demon realm. Uhm.” He pauses and the way he takes in another deep breath pulls on your heart.
“I’m sorry this is not something I have told anyone before.” He admits.
You sit down on the floor once again, pulling on his hand for him to follow you. The orb rests above in its cubby.
“You know you don’t have to tell me anything you’re not comfortable with. It’s your story and I can see there’s some deep hurt relating to this. But I’m here for you and I don’t want you to go through this pain alone.” You reluctantly let go of his hand as he sits down across from you. Both of your knees touch, but you miss the feeling of his hand in yours.
Seokjin is looking down in his lap, lost in thought. You sit there, patiently in silence, waiting for him to talk next.
After a few more moments, he looks back up at you. "It is not uncommon for women to die when giving birth to warlocks." He starts slowly. "So, it's really no surprise that my mother died while giving birth to me." Seokjin looks back down at his hands in his lap, his eyes glossing over as if he was reliving these moments. "My father loved my mother. Or so I've been told," he chuckles and shakes his head, glancing up towards the orb. "I personally don't think demons are capable of love. But he swore on the devil himself that he would have done anything to save her. That's why she was in the demon realm when she gave birth to me. My father thought that having her there would somehow change things. Amongst his colleagues, he thought that they could save her." Seokjin starts to scratch at the tips of his fingers, a nervous habit you recognize. Going against what your mind is screaming at you not to do, you reach forward and take his hand in yours. Rubbing soothing circles with your thumb, you focus your energy towards him like how he trained you to do.
"Thank you," he whispers, squeezing your hand. "It's so weird. I'm older than dirt but I still have a hard time talking about my feelings."
"It's because you're a man." You say quickly and as soon as the words are out of your mouth, you're afraid you've made a joke in the wrong atmosphere.
Seokjin stares at you before he bursts out laughing.
In this moment, time slows. Your eyes close and you feel your body rock with laughter. You lean into Seokjin and he leans into you. Your head rests on his shoulder and you clutch his arm for support. The overwhelming feeling of comfort you feel with Seokjin runs rapidly through your veins until you feel it deep within your heart: You would do anything for him.
Seokjin pushes himself off of you, but keeps his face close to yours with one of his hands resting on your thigh. There's a mystical look in his eyes and for a moment you think that maybe, just maybe, he feels the same way you do.
Your heart flutters with the feeling that he might kiss you and all you can think is, yes. I'm ready.
As you're about to close your eyes and lean in to him, Seokjin clears his throat and looks away from you. Your heart plummets to your stomach and sits there, waiting to be digested.
"My father gave me this orb,” he continues. “Right before I was cast out from my home realm. I was about ten years old at that point. He even named it for me." Seokjin laughs but there's some sarcasm resting deep in there along with pain.
"Ex Nihilo," he spits out the words. He props one knee up and rests his arm upon it, putting his weight on his other hand that's resting against the ground behind him, his body now open towards yours. Seokjin’s looking off into the distance. You rest your hands in your lap and stare at him with wonder. It's difficult to sympathize with him and trying to calculate what to say is getting hard. You want to know what happened with him, but at the same time, you don't want to pressure him.
"Seeing as you've only just begun your Latin classes I'm guessing you don't know what that means." He smiles halfheartedly. "Basically it was father's cruel joke to remind me that I am nothing. I was made of nothing and I will always be...nothing." He pauses and you have the feeling that you should say something. But he continues before you get the chance to decide.
"I feel as though its name has changed though. Right before you arrived I was actually trying to inspect it."
"Can it do that? Change its own name?" You ask.
"It's a magical object after all. I wouldn't look past it." He shrugs. The orb is perfectly within his peripheral vision. Seokjin continues to look forward.
"What's its name now?"
"Mea culpa." He laughs.
"'My fault,'" you recite in a whisper. "Seokjin. Whatever happened to your mother, it is most definitely not your fault. You were a baby. You had no control over that. This might be a no shit thing to say but your father is a demon and his only agenda was to make you feel worthless because he couldn’t get what he wanted. You’ve taught me yourself. Demons are selfish, cunning, and heartless. Why would your father be any different?"
"Thank you, Y/N." Without much warning, Seokjin takes your hand in his and examines it. Goosebumps erupt over your body and each part of your skin that connects with his feels electric.
"I don't know if I'll ever believe that. But I'm trying."
"Sometimes that's all we can do."
The morning sun rises the next day before Seokjin can even peel himself out of his sulfuric smelling clothes. Asmodeus really did have a unique smell of his own.
Seokjin sighs and changes quickly, wanting to be one of the first people at the market when it opens.
Fumbling with his shirt buttons, he gets through half of them before realizing he has put his shirt on inside out. Seokjin’s head pounds as he tries to focus, the lack of sleep clearly catching up to him. Trying to shake it off, he goes into the bathroom and splashes cold water onto his face before heading out the door.
Seokjin's leisure stroll is interrupted by the sudden chaos that greets him as he reaches the main street of Daemur. People everywhere are screaming, not in pain, but in anguish. More than a handful of people are leaning against objects or buildings, clutching their stomachs as they vomit. Others are moaning as they sway back and forth, the focus and light completely gone from their eyes. Something about this sudden heatwave is affecting the people not just physically, but mentally as well. Normally his magic helps keep the town nice and cool despite being in the middle of the desert. But something has changed. Seokjin can't deny the pull on his own sanity. It tickles in the back of his brain like a loose hair stuck inside his shirt.
As he approaches the market area, Seokjin jumps out of the way of a human male who’s shirt has caught fire. A woman, also human, runs after him, with a flaming torch raised high above her head.
“Sleeping with another woman!” She shrills. “After all we’ve been through together!”
The man continues to scream and drops down to the dusty ground and rolls around doing his best to put out the fire.
The man rises to his knees after the fire has been extinguished, panting heavily as he tries to regain his breath. Soot is smeared across his face and a good chunk of his hair has been singed off. The shirt he's wearing looks as if one touch will make it crumple off of his body. “I swear, my love! I don’t know what happened! It was as if I was possessed! One minute I was talking to the trader and the next I was suddenly in love with her! It was like magic possessed me, I swear! I don't even remember having sex with her!”
Like magic. Huh.
Seokjin continues on, leaving the couple and ignoring the unsettling feeling forming in the pit of his stomach.
He walks over to a cart and inspects some of the vegetables and expects the cart merchant to greet him as he always does. But he’s nowhere in sight.
Something strange is going on indeed.
Conjuring up that spell couldn’t have had anything to do with this…could it?
Abandoning the produce, Seokjin hurries home to make sure you're okay.
"Y/N!" Seokjin calls out as he enters the home. "They were, uh, out of cabbage!" He quickly, and poorly, lies.
"I don't remember asking for cabbage."
The sultry tone of your voice hidden upstairs throws Seokjin off guard and makes him stop in his place. That's not how you normally talk. Seokjin's afraid to admit it, but it sounds like you're trying to be...seductive?
"Are-are you okay?" He calls up from the bottom of the staircase.
Soft and even footsteps come towards him. His heart rate quickens and for the first time in a couple hundred years, Seokjin is truly nervous.
He watches as your fingertips touch the banister lightly as you descend the stairs. Seokjin closes his eyes and imagines that it's his arm your finger is trailing down. That thought alone is euphoric.
He opens his eyes and finally gets a good look at you. And what he sees is truly mouthwatering. You're wearing a black lingerie set with matching robe hanging loosely off your body. Seokjin licks his lips eagerly.
The spell worked!
You stop on the last step so that you're a good few inches taller than he is. Seokjin cranes his head slightly to look up at you and with every piece of willpower he can harness, he tries to keep the excitement out of his face. And his pants.
You reach out and trace along his jawline and, once again, it takes everything in Seokjin to contain himself. There's fire within your touch and it causes his entire body to burst into metaphorical flames.
There's a momentarily dazed look in your eyes, as if you're zoning in on something far away. As quick as it came, it's gone and you're pulling Seokjin's chin up towards you where you kiss him hungrily. It's not exactly how Seokjin had dreamt his first kiss with you would go. Where he expected slow and gentleness, this was fast and intense. Power surges through his lips as he fights for dominance but you’ve quickly taken control. Your arms wrap around his shoulders and a moan escapes his lips as you tug on the ends of his hair by the nape of his neck. Intrigued, Seokjin moves his hands beneath your robe and wraps his arms around your waist. He clings to your soft skin, letting his nails drag lazily over each individual rib. You sigh against his mouth, arching your back as you cling to him.
Panting heavily, Seokjin breaks his lips away from yours. "I've been waiting so long for this. You have no ide-"
"Shut up I don't care. I need you right now," you growl and throw yourself back onto him. The sudden impact of your body against his causes Seokjin to stumble backwards. You lose your footing and almost slip off the step.
The loss of balance jumbles some fogginess in Seokjin's brain that he didn't realize was there. Clarity comes forth as he looks back at you and realizes something isn't right.
Then it clicks. The couple in town, the sick, that far away look in your eyes...
"Y/n, hey, snap out of it. Something weird is going on. This isn't you." He holds you at your biceps and a low whine leaves your lips. Your hair spools onto your face, covering your eyes and getting into your mouth, but it looks like it's not bothering you one bit. You smile devilishly with your teeth showing, sliding your tongue slowly across the tops of your teeth.
"I know you want me," you chuckle out a purr, your hands begin to roam across his chest in a hypnotic pattern. "I know how much you want me to suck your big fat cock and-"
"Okay! Nope! We are stopping this right now!" Seokjin manages to pull himself completely out of the fog and cuts you off and, meaning no real harm, pushes you away from him. He hates how hard it is to do so. He can feel his cock twitching inside his pants and he has to take a moment to recollect himself.
You stumble back on the stairs, losing your balance and landing firmly on your butt. Seokjin closes his eyes tightly and gathers all of his strength to remember a spell, any spell, that could help him in this moment.
Seokjin opens his eyes suddenly and thrusts his closed fist in your direction. "Deditionem!" he yells as he opens his hand so that his palm faces you.
Trembling, your head turns to the ceiling, your neck stretching and constricting in a painful-looking manner. When you look back at him, the glossy look is gone from your eyes. His shoulders relax and he rushes to you.
"Seokjin? What happened?" you wonder.
As he's holding you, he hits a mental brick wall. An idea formulates quickly in his head but it can't possibly be true. That damned demon couldn't have tricked him...or could he? Was Seokjin not clear enough when he said he needed a love potion?
"Don't worry. I think you're just dehydrated from all the training. Magic has weird ways of messing with your brain. Doesn’t help that it’s been abnormally humid outside as well." He stands you up and covers you up with the robe you're wearing, tying a tight bow across your stomach. He sees your eyes widen, a slight gasp to go with it, as you realize what you're wearing. Neither of you acknowledge it as you cross your arms firmly against your chest.
Walking you to the kitchen, Seokjin sits you down on a stool and goes to get you a glass of water. As he's sliding the cup across the kitchen island, his heart feels as if someone is gripping it tightly, squeezing it until it's suffocating. You're not looking at him and he's terrified that things have changed drastically between you.
After a few long, agonizing moments of silence pass with you gingerly sipping on your water, Seokjin breaks the silence.
"I felt it too."
Your eyebrows furrow as you glance in his direction. "Felt what?"
"That weird...I don't know something weird with my brain. It was like someone put a damp blanket over it. All of a sudden my thoughts were clouded and everything seemed confusing. And...to be perfectly blunt here...I got really horny?"
You had just taken another sip of your water, but it doesn't stay in your mouth long as you practically inhale it with surprise. You cough loudly, pounding your fist against your chest to try to get the remaining droplets out of the wrong tube and down the right one. Seokjin wants to come over and rub your back to help except the timing just didn't feel quite right for him to touch you.
"Well." You try to speak but just end up coughing more. "Thank you for your honesty. Really wasn't expecting that kind of answer." You laugh and swivel your body to face him,
Seokjin presses his lips firmly together before erupting with laughter. Both of your heads lean in with one another, letting the stress of the moment lift from your bodies as you continue to giggle it out. Tears prick the corners of Seokjin's eyes and his ribs start to get increasingly painful with each chuckle.
“If you feel that weird haze coming back over you, remember to concentrate and center yourself. Weird stuff is going on in the town and it’s affecting the humans a little bit more intensely than us.” Seokjin looks at you with deep concern. You’re slouching, putting all of your weight on to the counter. Your eyes flicker, trying to remain open but wanting so desperately to close.
“Let’s get you to bed,” he whispers. You lift your arms out towards him and his heart beats harder in his chest than when he saw you practically naked. Seokjin’s fingers feel tingly as he wraps his arms around your body and lifts you up. He carries you to your room and is about to set you on the bed when you pipe up.
“Stay with me.” Your voice is lower than a whisper, but he hears you loud and clear.
Seokjin sits down with his back against the headboard, his arms still wrapped tightly around your sleeping form. Your head is resting perfectly against his chest, right over his heart.
The next morning Seokjin is enthusiastically bustling around in the kitchen preparing different platters. Under his breath, he hums an upbeat tune. It would be endearing if it hadn't woken you up from a deep sleep. Your were having a weird dream that involved you very confidently confessing your attraction to Seokjin. Waking up had you feeling confused on so many levels. The dream felt so real and you could have sworn Seokjin had stayed with you last night.
"What's up?" You mumble, rubbing your knuckles across the tops of your eyelids.
“Hey!” Seokjin smiles brightly at you, giving you zero clues to if anything abnormal had happened last night. “How did you sleep?”
“Okay, I guess. I think I had a weird dream and...now that I think of it...I don’t remember much from last night?”
Seokjin turns his back to you and continues cooking. “Oh...haha...that’s weird! It must be from the heat!”
“Yeah.” You rub your forehead. “Must be.”
"Well, I have exciting news!" Seokjin turns around and smiles at you before continuing to season what looks to be eggs. There's a small flame flickering mid air as his pan floats above it. Seokjin looks at it and twirls his finger at it, causing the pan to shuffle the eggs around.
"Gotta love magic." He winks.
You sit down at the table and yawn. "What's the news?"
"We're going to throw you an Ad Aetetem!"
"An adda what?"
"Ad Aetetem!" Jubilantly he sits down next to you and pats his hands on your knees. "It's a warlock tradition! When a warlock comes of age, we throw an Ad Aetetem to properly introduce them to the world. It's a very big celebration, very important to our culture. We can invite the whole town! We can dance, feast, and everyone can get to know you."
You're not gonna lie. His excitement is a little too much to handle this early in the morning. Normally, you wouldn't care about a formal party such as this, but that youthful flicker in Seokjin's eyes is contagious. A smile creeps up on your face. It would be kind of nice to have a party thrown in your honor.
"Okay." Chuckling, you look down at your lap before looking back at him. "Let's do it."
The following weeks, all you discussed was your Ad Aetetem. From the colors to the food to the music, Seokjin made sure everything would be perfect for you. All of this attentive pampering definitely did not help you extinguish the little crush you had on him. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't seem to distance your feelings for him.
Over the next couple of weeks, Seokjin passionately invests himself in teaching you the remaining little tidbits of what will be expected at you Ad Aetetem, from the dances that will be performed down to the dress you’ll wear.
“Don’t worry too much about it all. I’ll be right there with you. There won’t be other warlocks since there aren’t any who live nearby, so a lot of these traditions can’t be completed like the group magic dance.” He’s talking a little faster than normal, flipping through pages of an old book to show you different drawings of other coming of age ceremonies.
“What other creatures will be there?” In the handful of months you’ve spent in Daemur, you haven’t actually come across another magic creature. Seokjin had told you that the other creatures don’t like to mingle that often and reside themselves in neighboring areas, but you’ve always been curious to meet them.
“Uh, let’s see, merpeople can’t...for...obvious reasons. But I’ve gotten RSVP’s from werewolves and vampires. Some humans will be there as well. I sent out invitations to the faeries but...I don’t think any of them will be coming.”
“Why not?” You ask curiously.
“The faeries and I have a history.” He licks his lips nervously and focuses on the book he’s holding. “And the townspeople suspect the faeries have something to do with this heat and everyone acting crazy.”
“Oh. I see. What do you think?”
“I, uh, I’m not sure. They’re tricky creatures. Very easy to fall into their traps. But don’t worry.” He smiles and closes the book. “They’re very smart and can fend for themselves. I keep my distance from them.” He articulates slowly.
You spend the rest of the day finalizing the plans with one another, but that quickly turned into the two of you just talking long into the night about everything and nothing all the same.
You pace back and forth in your room, your dress feeling more constricting against your ribcage as the seconds go by. Pressing your fingers to your lips, you try to focus. It's just a party! No big deal! Well, except it's a party for you and people are here for you and you'll need to talk to all of these people- shit wait. Some of them aren't even people!
Little by little, you're giving yourself a headache and wondering why all of this is even necessary.
A few more anxiously drawn out minutes go by before Seokjin's head pokes through the door, a large smile on his face as he greets you.
"You ready to get this thing going-? Oh no." He rushes in and stands before you. "Y/N. What's wrong?"
You wish he'd take your hands, that way they'd be out of your face. You can't seem to move them elsewhere, though. Instead of gnawing on your fingernails you resort to worrying away the inside of your cheek.
"Don't worry about them. They're here to celebrate you. It's really important in our culture when a warlock comes of age. I want you to be able to experience it."
"You said that they usually come of age at like...eight. I'm twenty-three."
"Better late than never! Also, look at it this way. Normal warlocks take eight years to master their basic spells, thus coming of age. You've been here only a few months, no prior training and barely any knowledge of the magic world. You've surpassed them all by far." Seokjin grasps your shoulders and gives you a slight shake, smiling down at you. "Give yourself more credit."
His words make you want to cry with how sincere they are. Seokjin may be all jokes ninety-eight percent of the time, but in moments like these, he really comes through for you.
You straighten your shoulders and lift your head up higher, allowing yourself to smile back at him.
"There she is!" He chuckles and holds out his elbow to you. You take it gladly and let him walk you out. "There's my girl," he says softer and opens the door.
The sound of cheers, clapping, laughter, and dancing footsteps can all be heard at your Ad Aetetem. Versatile colors splash across the dance floor as people move to and fro. Long tables sit against the walls with an assortment of fish and chicken, complemented by an array of fruit and vegetable platters. Another table holds an Ad Aetetem tradition of drinks mixed with spells to keep the party alive. Fan favorites include a truth serum, hair color change, cup of laughter, and one that makes you sneeze bubbles, amongst others. Seokjin warned you beforehand to not drink any of the drinks that were darker in color because those are the ones that tended to have the most consequences. An orchestrated band is playing on the stairwell as people continue to dance before them. Bright and shiny new chandeliers hang high above, casting rays of yellow.
A fair amount of people showed up, a couple hundred or so. You were not aware that many people even lived around this area. You’re happy to see that the vampires and werewolves are mingling happily with one another and the attending humans.
The party had started half an hour before you made your appearance, as per tradition. Seokjin made a beautiful introductory speech as you descended the stairs, greeting everyone with a smile.
You did your best to talk to as many people as possible, all you really wanted, though, was to dance with Seokjin.
You notice very quickly that Seokjin is popular amongst the majority of the crowd.
As Seokjin gets pulled in several different directions by those pining after his attention, someone else approaches you.
“Hi,” a sheepish voice behind you calls. “My name is Shinwon. Do you want to dance?” You turn to see a tall curly haired handsome man smiling down at you with soft eyes.
“I would love to!” You take his hand and he leads you to the dance floor. You quickly look around to see if you can spot Seokjin, but to no avail.
You learn that Shinwon is a werewolf who has recently joined a neighboring pack. It takes a bit to get him out of his shell, but a few jokes here and there have him laughing in no time.
“Thank you for inviting me to your party, Y/N.” His voice is soft and calming as he talks.
“I’m glad you came. It means a lot to me.”
Shinwon lifts his arm up to twirl you and then pulls you against his chest.
“Your dress is very pretty, by the way. Lilac really suits you.”
Biting your lip nervously, you try to contain your smile. Is he flirting with you?
You’re about to respond to him when you look up and see Seokjin staring at the two of you with two cups in his hands.. His eyes are slightly widened as well as his mouth. Before you can say anything, he dashes out of sight.
“Excuse me, Shinwon. I have to go find someone.” You break from Shinwon’s embrace and leave the dancefloor.
You look around for Seokjin for a few minutes before you find him standing against the wall with a man you’ve never met before, but they appear to be close friends. They laugh with drinks in their hands talking about who knows what. You walk over to them when something the other man says pricks your ears.
“So, you gotta tell me, now that you’ve had some of that truth concoction, did you have anything to do with this weird heatwave or was it the faeries like everyone else is saying?”
Seokjin laughs and slaps the guys shoulder. “That’s not fair...you know I can’t lie...it was me though. A mistake! But me nonetheless…” He sways in a drunken like state.
“Buddy! What happened?” They both laugh.
“I tried to make her love me by using something I got from a demon, but I guess he tricked me!” Seokjin laughs softer now and shakes his head.
You stand frozen in place, utterly confused at what Seokjin has just admitted.
He wouldn’t...he wouldn’t...
“I’m in love with her,” he sighs.
That’s it, you’ve had enough. You march over to them and grab Seokjin by the front of his shirt and drag him away from his friend and out of the ballroom. You walk briskly up the stairs until you reach your bedroom, closing the door behind you as you turn to face Seokjin.
“Hey!” He yells at you and you release him from your grasp. “What gives?”
“You tried to curse me into loving you,” you accuse flatly.
“I-.” He pauses and swears under his breath, realizing he’s been caught. “Well, don’t say it like that!” He groans. Seokjin distraughtly places his hands against his cheeks and shakes his head vigorously. Very slowly he slides his hands downward, still pressed to his face, causing his skin to squish and slide humorously until the ends of his palms meet and he’s standing there in a prayer pose. “I tried to-”
“You used a curse to make me love you, but it didn’t work and that’s why I threw myself at you that one day.” You interrupted, all the pieces finally connecting with one another. "I thought that had been a dream but it all makes sense now. You even said when we first met that warlocks can't make people fall in love with them and yet you still tried this-"
“Okay fine!” He throws his hands up in defeat. “I tried to use a spell, not a curse! And it very clearly did not work out in my favor so I apologize.” He courtesies dramatically and it takes everything in you to hold in your laughter. Of course you want to be mad at him for being so stupid, and yet, you can’t help but be thrilled that he feels the same as you.
“Well.” You walk over to Seokjin and reach past his head to grab a dusty old book off it’s shelf. Feeling him tense from the mere implication that you might touch him surged a whole new type of power through your body. You smirk, paying more attention to the book. “That explains why my eggs reeked of sulfur.” You glance at him slyly. His mouth drops open quickly and shuts just as fast. “For someone so old,” you sigh and place the book back. “I’d figure you’d have more experience with the ladies.”
“Hey now, I’m not that old!” He whines.
“You’ve told me before how even you don’t know how long you’ve been alive.”
There’s a long pause where, once again, you try to reign in your laughter as Seokjin scrambles to defend himself.
After a few incomprehensible words and sputtering, Seokjin gives up.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I messed up.” He hangs his head low and covers his eyes with one of his hands.
You try to think of what to say next, your heartbeat punches against your ribcage taking your breath away. Your mind can only settle on one thing.
“I think I know why the spell didn’t work.”
Jin looks down at the ground near his feet.
“-Because I’m incapable of being loved-”
“-Because I’m already in love with you-”
You both say at the exact same time.
Seokjin’s eyes widen and you cover your mouth with shock.
“Jin...you can’t honestly believe that to be true!”
“I’ve lived for how long now? I don’t think I even know anymore. Countless times I’ve had hope. Countless times I believed love was true. Then I met you. And I knew. I knew deep down that love is real. Until I saw you flirting with that werewolf and I rethought everything. And I thought back to everything my father has said to me...”
“I love you.” You blurt out. Seokjin’s eyes widen as he stares at you and you can see that in his heart he still doesn’t believe you.
“I knew there was something special about you from the moment we meant that went beyond your status as a warlock. That werewolf? Shinwon? Yeah he’s nice, but he’s just not you. I don’t want anyone else, Seokjin.” Now you hear your heart beating in your ears, making you feel dizzy. All you want is for him to believe you.
For a moment, you’re afraid that he doesn’t.
Until…
“I’ve wanted to do this since the moment you figured out the mea culpa.”
And that’s when he gives in to the magnetic pull between both of your lips. An electric current hits your lips and travels down throughout your whole body. One of his hands cusps the side of your cheek, his thumb molding perfectly with the curvature of your neck underneath your ear. A deep sigh dances freely out of your lips as Seokjin continues to deepen the kiss.
Not even vampires feel this hungry.
He deepens the kiss further and you feel giddy at how he can't seem to get enough of you, but, neither can you get enough of him.
Both of your hands roam over each others bodies as if searching for something they've been missing for a long time. As Seokjin pulls on your lips, you're pulling on his shoulders, trying to find any way to get your bodies closer to one another.
There's magic within his lips and after all of your training you know he's not doing it on purpose. This is a natural magic, a natural bliss.
No kiss could compare to this one.
Seokjin's tongue swipes against your bottom lip. You gladly part your lips and submit to his tongue, following his lead as you wrap around each other. When you break apart you're left gasping for air. The hungry look hasn't left his eyes and it's clear that he's not finished with you yet.
His hands roam within your hair, almost massaging your scalp.
"You're so beautiful," he moans, his voice raspy. You groan as he tugs on your hair, making your chin tip upward towards the ceiling. Seokjin takes a long lick at your neck, making you shiver within his grasp. He starts slowly nibbling on your neck where he licked you, each love bite sending shots of arousal down to your sex.
All you want is for him to touch you.
Seokjin takes your earlobe between his teeth and that's when you can't hold in your moans any longer.
"You like that?" He groans with your earlobe still caught in his mouth. He bites down harder and pulls slightly. The pain causes you to wince and lean in towards him.
You clutch onto his chest, gripping his shirt within your fingertips.
"Kiss me again," you pant out, barely able to get the words to formulate right. But he understands you perfectly.
This time, he approaches you slowly. Placing both hands on either side of you, he presses his forehead lightly against yours, guiding you back until you're laying down on the bed. Seokjin takes a moment and brushes your hair aside. There's so much love in his eyes as he looks at you and you think that you might cry. The way he carefully brushes your hair away and continues to comb his fingers through your hair is beyond blissful at this point.
No one has ever looked at you like this, as if you were the only thing that mattered.
"I love you," he whispers so slowly it could have been a song. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you smile up at him.
"All my life," you whisper back. "There has only ever been you." You reach up and grab the collar of his shirt and pull him down to you.
This kiss is slower, more gentle. He molds his lips carefully with yours, drawing them out as long as he can.
One of his hands brushes back the hem of your shirt. His fingers dig into the skin above your hip making you gasp against his mouth. Surely there will be little half moon markings from his nails later. You reach up and weave your fingers into his hair, tugging slightly to see how he responds. He moans into your mouth and sinks his fingers deeper into your skin, moving his hand down along your hip until he reaches your back. You arch with the pain, causing your hips to buck against his crotch.
That was all it took.
Seokjin quickly pushes your shirt up as far as he can. You push him back until you're sitting up and take your shirt off all the way. Seokjin marvels at your chest and it doesn't take long until his hands are cupping your breasts. His fingers graze lazily across your nipple, causing you to shudder in front of him.
Suddenly, he pulls himself off of you.
“Go downstairs and tell everyone the party is over,” he growls, readjusting his shirt and pants. “There’s something I have to do.”
Your face feels warm and flushed as you yourself adjust your own shirt back into place. With magic you re-sinch the strings of your corset and hurry downstairs.
After everyone has left, there's a loud crash from above. You rush up the stairs and open the door to Seokjin’s study to see him surrounded by broken glass. In his hand he's holding the orb his father gave him. Seokjin is hysterically laughing, his hair matted and sticking out in odd directions.
"Jin...what's going on?" You say cautiously.
"It all makes sense! He's the reason why I've been trapped! He's the reason I can't move on. This orb. He's used it to poison my brain."
"Do you mean your father?" You take a few steps into the room, holding out your hands in front of you to keep him from doing anything too drastic.
"Yes my father. He gave me this so that I could torture myself. All my life I grew up carrying this thing around. But no more. Today is the day I end this stupid spell. I don't need his constant reminders. I can't move on until this is destroyed." With that said, Seokjin raises the orb high above his head and throws it down towards the ground. It shatters with a satisfying sound, sprinkling the floor with what looks like diamonds.
After a moment, the shards evaporate into bluish smoke surrounding Seokjin. His eyes widen in panic.
"Fuck. I didn't think about something possibly being inside." He looks around him to make sure none of it touches him.
Bewildered, he looks up towards you, a distraught look in his eyes.
"Y/N!" He yells and dashes towards you. You look around you to see where he was looking at and see that one of the shards slid to your right and the smoke started to cling to you like a bur. Frozen in place, your mind stresses to figure out what to do. There’s a scream in the distance and you’re barely able to recognize it as your own. You don't have long to think before Seokjin crashes into you. You brace for the impact thinking that your back was going to hit harshly against the floor. But, instead, you're hovering in Seokjin's arms.
"I got you. I got you." He says over and over again, cradling your head in one of his arms, his hand firmly pressed against the top of your scalp. He turns his head away from you and blows out with an inhuman amount of force, sending all of the smoke back to the back of the room and away from you both.
To your surprise, nothing more comes of the smoke.
"I think it was meant to kill me if I touched it." Seokjin is staring at the parts of your shirt that have been disintegrated by the smoke.
Suddenly, Seokjin's body stiffens up. His eyes roll to the back of his head and his muscles begin to tremble.
"Seokjin!" You scream as he falls to the ground. You feel a current of power surge around you as he Seokjin remains on the ground. A hauntingly evil voice echoes within the crevices of your mind. No audible words are said, but dark and painful memories resurface to the front of your mind. Squinting your eyes shut and smacking your hands over your ears, you rock back and forth and mumble one of the many chants Seokjin has taught you that's supposed to help keep evil at bay. You repeat it over and over again until the energy finally leaves, making you gasp.
When Seokjin comes to, the first thing he does is wipe the drool from his chin. He sits up slowly, staring at his hands as if he didn’t recognize them.
“It’s over, now. I’m free.” He jumps to his feet and laughs.
“Something does feel different,” you admit. “As if there aren’t anymore clouds in my mind. Everything is so much clearer.”
Seokjin looks at you and smiles. “It’s all thanks to you.” He embraces you, kissing you softly as he pulls you closer.
You accidentally poke your tongue against his bottom lip, but he runs with it. Pushing his tongue into your mouth, you let him overcome you. The kiss quickens and soon enough you’re both panting, desperately grabbing at each other until he can’t take it any longer. Seokjin breaks the kiss to pick you up into his arms and rushes back into your bedroom. He throws you onto your bed and starts taking his clothes off of you.
“I believe we have some unfinished business to attend to.”
Apparently it doesn’t take much to make you come undone.
You strip off your clothes before he’s back on top of you, his mouth attacking yours. You grasp his shoulders tightly, making him groan as your nails sink into his skin.
Seokjin moves off of you and lays on his side while you remain on your stomach. As he continues to kiss you, his hand trails down lower and lower until it reaches your folds. He takes one finger and rubs little circles around your clit, eliciting sweet moans from you. He moves his finger lower until it’s at your entrance and he slowly pushes it inside.
“You’re so wet for me already,” groaning he curls his finger upward to hit your sensitive spot. “You haven’t even gotten my cock yet.”
With that said, you reach your hand over to grasp his hardened member, giving it a few pumps as he continues his ministrations.
“I want you,” you sigh loudly, unable to go a second longer without him filling you up. “I want you inside me, please.”
You don’t have to tell him twice.
He sits up and moves himself between your legs, giving his cock a few pumps before he lines himself up to your entrance. He enters you slowly, the head of his cock throbbing as he pushes himself in deeper. You lean your head back as a loud moan erupts deeply from his chest. He lifts his head towards the ceiling in pleasure. He brings his head back down slowly, his eyes fluttering as he regains his focus on you. His stare alone is sexy. His forehead is already beaded with sweat and a thick strand of his hair is slick with sweat and stuck on his forehead. His panting is borderline animalistic.
“I don’t think I gave you warlock sex education.” Jin pants through his chuckling and smirks at you. Panicking, you assume something grotesque is about to happen and wonder if you should back out. His cock still deep inside you, he leans his head down towards your ear.
You feel his breath tickle the edges of your ear, causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand up as he says, “Our stamina is out of this world.”
That’s when he slides himself almost all the way out of you, only to immediately slam back in. A high pitched gasp leaves your chest and you instinctively reach out to grasp onto his arms that are on either side of your head.
“Stay with me, baby girl.”
You nod your head rapidly, trying to calm down your thoughts, but all you can think about is how good he feels inside of you.
“Use your words now and tell me.” Seokjin leans back slightly and with the gentleness of a dove, he places his hand at the base of your throat. “Does this feel good? Being stuffed full of cock?”
“Yes,” you moan, wishing desperately for him to move.
“Yes, what?” His fingertips drum against the side of your throat one at a time.
“Yes, Seokjin.” You’re barely able to finish saying his name. His hand closes around your throat, choking a gasp out of you.
“If you want to cum tonight you’ll think back to when we first met. Particularly to one specific conversation we had. Now, let’s try this again.” He leans in closer to you until the tips of your noses touch. “Yes, what?”
It doesn’t take you long to realize just exactly the conversation he’s referring to.
“Yes, sir! Yes, sir!” You moan as he thrusts deeply into you and releases your throat at the same time. You gasp for air right as the tip of his cock hits your sensitive spot, eliciting a rugged and broken inhale from your lungs.
“Good girl,” he praises and quickens his pace, continuing to pound you into the mattress. “You look so beautiful, taking my cock so well. Do you want to cum? Huh? Do you think you deserve to cum?”
“Yes, sir, please. Please let me cum.” You cry out.
“Ahh. You’ve been a good girl.” With that said, he presses a finger firmly over your clit before circling the nub. You arch your back and lewdly moan out as he continues his thrusts. The build up happens all too quickly and before you know it, the corners of your eyes become blurry and you’re coming undone.
After you come down from your orgasm, Jin removes his cock from your drenched pussy and stands up off the bed.
“What?-”
“Down.” He snaps his fingers and points down towards his cock. A thick line of your arousal drips from the tip of his head down into the carpet.
“Do not make me tell you again.” He commands.
“Yes, sir.” You immediately scramble off the couch and get down on your knees, grasping his cock with both hands and giving it a couple of pumps before laying the tip on your tongue. The sweet tang of your juices on your tongue is almost too overwhelming, but you don’t dare remove him from your mouth. The taste of your own juices lathering your tongue is an experience you're not quite used to. Just feeling how sweet you taste around his cock sends another burst of arousal throughout your body. With your lips wrapped securely around the tip, you use your tongue to swirl around his shaft, causing a very rewarding moan from Seokjin. You do this a couple more times as you sink your mouth further and further down his cock. As you reach the base of his cock you gently grasp his balls in one hand, squeezing lightly as you let your throat adjust to his length. Seokjin grips his hands tightly on your hair at the scalp of your head. Tears sting your eyes at the pull of his hands, but it’s all pleasure, no pain.
“Fuck are you going to just swallow me whole or start sucking?” Seokjin answers for you by using his hands to guide your head back and forth on his cock while you continue to gently massage his balls.
“Oh yeah, baby. Just like that.” He moans, encouraging you to continue. His cock fits deliciously inside your mouth. His girth alone makes you feel as if you have to put in work. There’s this underlying need to prove your worth and to satisfy him in any, and every, way. Picking up your tempo, you watch as Seokjin comes undone by your movements.
You release his cock from your mouth and slowly swipe your tongue around the tip, causing Seokjin to shiver almost violently. You seize the opportunity and press your tongue firmly on his slit.
"Oh, fuck!" He yells and clutches the top of your head, your hair weaving around his long slender fingers. Shutting your eyes tightly you try to ignore the sting on your scalp and focus on getting him closer to his release.
Right when you think you've got him, he pushes your head back and removes himself from your mouth.
"I need...to ask you...something," he pants heavily, sweat dripping down the side of his forehead and sliding past his temple. Something seemingly unattractive such as sweat has you licking your lips and struggling to breathe.
"Anything," panting out, you watch as he smiles quickly.
"Have a baby with me."
You should be shocked, thrown off guard, arousal evaporated. All of those things would make sense, but what made more sense is him. All you've ever wanted was a family of your own and ever since discovering who your real parents were, you've had this empty looming space within your chest. Warlocks can't have children together. But you're not full warlock now, are you?
"Will it work?" You ask quietly.
"It's worth a shot. I mean, look at you. You’re half warlock. Maybe the human part of you can still conceive.” Seokjin kneels down next to you and cusps your cheek in his hand. “All my life, I've been alone. Now with you, everything feels complete. All my life I've watched others have their own families while I'm stuck here isolated. If we could have our own family..."
You smile, understanding his desire in a way you can't explain.
"Let's do it," you whisper confidently.
Something switches in his eyes and then he's hungrily grabbing at your hips and flips you over so your ass is up and facing him. With one swift motion Seokjin slaps your ass firmly with the palm of his hand, quickly rubbing small circles over the spot instantly after impact.
"I'm going to fill you up so good, baby," he coos and takes his cock and slowly rubs it up and down against your folds.
"Don't tease," you say into the pillow, want and need dripping from your vocal chords. It takes everything in you to resist every urge to buck back against him. The stimulation on your clit is making you see stars in the corners of your vision.
"What's teasing is that empty womb of yours," he grunts and inserts himself back into you. The familiar stretch brings forth a satisfying moan from your lips. He remains still for a moment to let you adjust and to catch his breath. In this moment you wish you could see his face or know what he's thinking exactly. Right now, you're having a hard time forming any coherent thoughts other than 'fuck' and 'this feels good'.
When Seokjin starts to move again there's something sobering about the way he rocks his hips gently, hitting your sweet spot in a sensual manner. You crane your neck to try to get a view of him to see if something's wrong. He continues his slow rhythm, breathing heavily behind you.
"Seokjin?-"
"I want to come like this." He picks up his speed, but does not increase his intensity.
And that's when you feel it, a touch of energy reaching out towards you. You gasp out loud as you realize that he's omitting his thoughts out towards you. No images appear in your mind, yet you know what he's trying to convey; his love for you.
Eyes watering, you feel yourself beginning to uncoil once more. Seokjin groans behind you, his pace quickening and becoming sloppy. Right as you scream out his name and come, his cock twitches inside you, shooting delicious come into you.
Seokjin flattens his chest against your back, holding you tightly. You feel his chest expanding with every breath he takes. Your thighs begin to shake and when he notices he rolls himself onto his side so that you're spooning together.
Silently, Seokjin combs his fingers through your hair. His breath, having calmed down, brushes softly against the nape of your neck.
You're exhausted, but force your eyes to stay open.
"Did you mean it?" He whispers and tucks some of your hair behind your ears.
"Mean what?"
"That you love me?" He whispers so quietly you have to take a second to let your brain put the words together.
You flip over so that you're facing him. He avoids your eyes and continues messing with your hair as a distraction.
"Did you mean it when you said you wanted to have a baby with me?"
Seokjin nods his head and finally drops his eyes to meet yours.
"I love you, Seokjin. I meant it earlier and that hasn't changed. And I don't think it ever will. No one can ever compare to you and how you love me."
There's a sparkle in his eyes as he smiles and leans down to kiss the tip of your nose.
"I hope this works, ‘cause you'll be an amazing mother."
"And you'll be an amazing father. I wonder if there's a spell that will let us know."
"Oh, I might know some people who can sense it right away. But for now, let's sleep. We can find out tomorrow."
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[SF9 SERIES 1] Rowoon x Tzuyu - Love Notes - Prologue
Here is the prologue of Hae-eun and Jonghyun's love story!
[SF9 SERIES 1] Rowoon x Tzuyu - Love Notes
Prologue
"Even if things get tough, there is always a bright side to everything. You can do it! Fighting!"
- Sun
I was at the library and had just returned to my seat when I saw a blue sticky note sticking out from one of the books. I couldn't help but smile at the little notes I get from this person named Sun almost everyday. "Hey, you're smiling again." My best friend Ha-joon whispered and took the seat next to me. "Oh, it's you Ha-joon." I replied, still looking at the note Sun has left for me. "Is that from Sun again? Seems like she really likes you." Ha-joon teased. "She's so cute." I told him. "But the question is, have you ever seen her? Do you even know her?" Ha-joon said. I shook my head and answered, "No." Ha-joon smiled."But be careful okay? She might be a stalker." Ha-joon smiled. "I don't think so. I'm sure she's kind. And besides, all that she's writing most of the time here on the sticky notes are inspiring to me. And if she was a stalker, I might be already harmed." I explained. "You're right. Everything she writes has a point. I hope someone gives me like this too." Ha-joon whined. "Jealous?" I laughed while Ha-joon reached out to mess my hair. My phone buzzed with an incoming message.
To: Jonghyun
From: In-su
Let's go to the cafe to eat. I'm hungry.
"Ha-joon, In-su wants to go to the cafe to eat. Let's go." I told Ha-joon and arranged our things, putting the chairs and books back into place before leaving. "Okay." Ha-joon slinged his arm around my shoulder and I smiled as I recalled the note I found earlier.
Who are you Sun?
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Hae-eun's POV
4 hours ago
I sat on my desk and looked outside the window. My friends went over to my desk and we started to talk about school stuff when all the girls started screaming that "S9" has arrived. S9 is the school's version of the legendary F4 and A3, consisting of Cha Heon, Kwon Jin-hong, Yoon Seung-ho, Nam Hyeong-gon, Seo Si-geun, Kwon Seung-youn, Joo Deok-su and a new student named Kang Jonghyun "It's S9!" One of the female students called out. "Hae-eun, S9 is outside. Hurry!" Mi-young and Min-jee were pulling me by the window near the corridors. We hid behind door that was near to one of the windows. S9's appearance sends all the squealing and everyone rushing to the entrance to welcome them. "They're so handsome aren't they?" Mi-young said. "Especially Jin-hong." Yun-hee butted in. "Aigoo. Try asking the other girl over there who is the most handsome among S9." Chun-hei teased which had them looking at me. "What? Why are you guys looking at me?" I asked. "You're asking us why? Hae-eun, it's obvious that you're head over heels with Jonghyun." Mi-young answred. "Not really. It's just that I really like him and besides, he's kind." I replied. "Makes sense. But you're really a dork." Min-jee scoffed. "What do you mean?" I questioned. "Even Tae-ra thinks so. You're the one who keeps giving Jonghyun sticky notes." Chun-hei retorted. "Why can't you just tell him that it's you, that you like him." Mi-young added. "You already know the reason why. And I'm fine with just being like this." I replied. "Even if you're getting hurt by it?" Min-jee answered. "As long as he's happy." I told them. "Aigoo. That's the problem with you. You're too kind." Tae-ra sighed. Tae-ra's right. I'm too kind to the point that it's being abused. Well, what can I do? This is me. Soon, the bell rang, signaling the start of the second period classes. I stared outside the window, spacing out. Few minutes later, the class was over and Tae-ra dragged me to the library. Upon entering, I saw a very familiar face sitting on one of the tables. "Hey, isn't that Jonghyun?" Tae-ra whispered. I nodded in response. What was he doing here? "Hey, Hae-eun, were you listening?" Tae-ra whispered. "H-Huh? What were you saying?" I stuttered. "I said.. Never mind... Why are you spacing out again?" Tae-ra asked and looked at the direction where I was looking. I looked back at her and held her hands. "W-What are you doing?" Tae-ra glared at me. "I need you to help me." I looks at her with my puppy eyes. "Alright, alright. Geez, you're sometimes scary." Tae-ra told me as we sneaked through the shelves of books towards the table where Jonghyun was. We watched him for minutes until we saw him stand up and leave. "Is he gone?" I asked my best friend Tae-ra as we looked around, hoping that he hasn't returned yet. "Nope. I think he has gone to the second floor. Hurry before he comes back and sees you!" Tae-ra whispered as we made our way to the table where the new student, Kang Jonghyun, was sitting few minutes ago. I flipped open one of his books and stuck the sticky note inside. "Let's go." I told Tae-ra as we quietly left the library and returned to our classroom. I looked back and saw him return to the table he sat on and started flipping his book. I fell in love with him because he is too sweet and kind. But I can't let him know that, can I? Mine is only a ONE-SIDED-LOVE. And he will not love me either. That's why whenever I see him struggling with studies, see him tired or sometimes there is a problem, I leave sticky notes with my doodle or drawing along with encouragement words. I can't do anything. That's all I can do. I can't do anything but stay away and sit in the distance, looking at him. Sightseeing you might say. A silent lover. So I just secretly send my LOVE NOTES to HIM.
A/N: This story is told from Kang Jonghyun and Park Hae-eun's Point of View!
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Miracle (Original Female Character x Cable)
Chapter 24
Summary: “How did you fix it?” he asked. “Ask Ellen the Teenage Warhead,” Wade shrugged as he stood up, “As for baby Hitler he ended up having a diaper change, funny story I was actually going to call Cable since he was so keen on killing Russel, I thought this would be like taking candy from a baby, if that means replacing it with a bullet that is,”
Warnings to cover the whole fic: Graphic depictions of violence, use of weapons, mild to strong language, mentions of rape, mentions of pregnancy and miscarriage, referenced torture and psychological abuse/manipulation, nightmares and night terrors, sexual humour, sexual content.
Word count: 1.8k
“I can’t believe they’re all here for me,” she barely managed to utter the words out.
A little girl managed to weave her way through the crowds and ran up to Hayden and proceeded to wrap her arms around her legs tightly.
“Gracie!” a man’s voice called, Hayden looked up at him from the little girl, and she recognised the military uniform immediately. “Gracie, I told you not to run away in huge crowds, I’m so sorry Hayden.”
“I uh- It’s fine,” she looked down at the little girl again, still taken aback by her actions.
“Gracie, come over here please,” the man called and the girl begrudgingly obeyed, she stood next to him and held his hand, grinning widely at Hayden.
“You’re that cute little girl that Hayden saved from the missile from that tank,” Wade spoke as he recognised her, the girl nodded eagerly.
“You saved my little girl,” the man brushed the girl’s hair, “You had no obligation to, I came down here with the others protesting for your freedom. Most of the men and women you see there,” he gestured to the eager crowd, “You saved their sons, daughters, nephews and nieces,”
“That many?” Hayden’s eyes widened.
“We were all on tour when they’d been taken, we came home as soon as we could,” he stated, “Thank you,” he added and stuck out his hand, Hayden took it and gave it a quick firm shake.
“I would do it again in a heartbeat.”
“That’s exactly why you’ll be receiving something for your efforts,” he nodded with a slight smile, “If it weren’t for you, your father’s men would still be out there taking more children from their homes, so far we’ve been able to find most of the men working for him and lock them up for good, and all the kids have been taken back to their families. And it’s all thanks to you,”
He nodded in respect and then turned to leave with his daughter in tow, down from top of the flight of steps and stood in the front of the crowd, his hands placed gently on his daughter’s shoulders as they looked up at them from the crowd.
“If it weren’t for me this wouldn’t have started in the first place,” she muttered angrily, her hand clenching into a fist, “What exactly would I be receiving?” she asked Colossus suddenly, her eyes widening slightly.
“I have no idea,” Colossus shrugged. “I am just as surprised as you are; it has been years since the public has given protests for Mutant’s Rights, and it is first time for Mutant to receive anything in front of audience like this,”
“Hello there Miss Jones, it’s a pleasure to meet you in person,” a soft male voice suddenly spoke from behind her.
She turned around to meet the dark eyes of the current president, he held his hand out and she shook it feeling stunned.
“Barack O-”
“Shush! You can’t say his full name or you might start a political war in the comment’s section,” Wade interrupted her.
The President raised his brows and Hayden waved her hand in the air, “He’s got a disability, ignore him,”
“I see.” He nodded, “Now Miss Jones, it’s in my understanding that you not only stood up for mutants, risking your freedom for a race that is not your own, but you also risked your life fighting your own brother and father and saving the lives of hundreds of children in the process,”
“Well, when you put it that way-”
“If I put it any other way the underlying evidence is still there, you saved lives, and for that you are receiving the highest award,” The President turned to retrieve something from a small black box that a bodyguard was holding.
He turned holding a medal in his hands and walked closer to Hayden, she appeared to be shaking and looked between the crowd that was watching intently and The President and she shook her head nervously and stepped away from him.
“I’m sorry I can’t do this,” she turned on her heel and ran so fast that the crowd had almost believed she had vanished in thin air, they gasped and muttered loudly amongst one another.
“Haydes!” Wade called out.
“This is unfortunate,” The President lowered his hands with the medal, “I can’t stay longer as I have other duties to which I must attend,”
“I shall keep it in my possession until we find her,” Colossus offered.
“Thank you, giant metal man,” The President nodded awkwardly and handed him the medal in his hands.
“Ha! I can’t believe The President said that!” Wade laughed. “Can you believe that Cable?” he turned to look at Nathan who had run in the direction of where Hayden had gone. “Hey! I don’t think she’s going to listen to you, even if you do manage to find her!” he called out after him.
* * *
Nathan found her sitting with her knees curled to her chest underneath a tree; tears were falling down her cheeks, so he approached slowly and kneeled down next to her.
“Leave me alone,”
“No,”
“Ugh,” she buried her face deeper into her arms, hiding herself from him.
He kneeled onto the ground next to her and brushed his human hand through her hair, she jerked up and gave him a look before she froze, he brushed his thumb gently on her temple and her eyes seemed to glaze over.
“Shh,” he spoke softly, “Keep still, I don’t want to hurt you,”
“Privetstvuyu Gidru!” the soldiers cheered, he looked down on them from some kind of platform from the memories she had.
Hayden gasped loudly, “Cable please-”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes, but-”
“Then try not to move, please,” he urged.
She gave a small nod before feeling herself being pulled from the current reality once again.
“S nashim novym oruzhiyem nas ne ostanovit'! Privetstvuyu Gidru!” the man looked down at him and brushed the hair from his face. “Ty prinesesh' nam luchsheye budushcheye, moya doch',” he touched his cheek gently and he shuddered slightly.
“Privetstvuyu Gidru!” the soldiers cheered again.
“Otets, ty govorish', chto lyubish' menya-” he felt himself say in a young girl’s voice.
“Ya lyublyu tebya,”
“Togda pochemu ty tak chasto izbivayesh' menya i golodayesh'?”
“Potomu chto lyubov' tyazhela moya dorogaya, i chem bol'she ona prichinyayet bol', tem sil'neye ona.”
“Khorosho,” he didn’t seem convinced.
“Zavtra my marshiruyem muzhchin! Privetstvuyu Gidru!” the man yelled to the soldiers.
“Privetstvuyu Gidru!”
He brushed the tears that were falling down her face, he hadn’t meant to take it that far, but he had wanted to know more, he understood that it hurt a person’s mind both physically and emotionally to recall past traumas.
“Sorry, sorry,” he gently stroked his thumb across her cheek a few times, it was rough but soothing, “Here, this should help,” he closed his eyes and focused hard into her mind.
He watched as his own body aim his gun at Wade before firing a blast and the man flew backwards into a distant tree.
“Ow, my ass!” Wade yelled and he giggled.
“It’s even better than before, how did you-” he watched himself look at his own gun, “How did you manage to ease the recoil so much?”
He shrugged, “It wasn’t that difficult, it’s a fairly basic weapon that you made with what you could get your hands on. So now you can’t pound Wade into the ground, otherwise I’ll come for you myself, I think breaking his ass on that tree is punishment enough.”
He made his way over to Wade and helped him up.
“I can’t believe you let Cable break my ass,” he whined, “you’re going to have to carry me I can’t walk,” Wade said, he felt himself rolling his eyes before he scooped Wade up bridal style, who then nuzzled his head under his chin.
“Love you sis,”
“Yeah whatever idiot,” he sighed as he walked passed himself while carrying Wade back to the mansion.
He opened his eyes and saw that she had eased up a bit, he closed his eyes once again upon deciding that he needed to show her more cheerful memories so that she could calm down more.
He watched as he opened his eyes and jumped upon seeing him seated right in front of him, he chuckled in amusement at himself.
“What?” he watched himself becoming defensive.
“Just checking that you didn’t miss something, infections aren’t a joke you know.” he examined his arms and lifted them before examining his ribs, his vision became intensely clearer as he took in every scar, every marking and every inch of his own arms. He realised he could see all his past injuries as well, “What?” he asked.
“Your eyes,”
“Oh, I just see better this way,” he shrugged it off, “Alright, now let’s just make sure that he didn’t make you uglier than you already were.”
He cupped his face and looked over his features; his thumbs brushed his cheeks and moved down his jawline, he felt his breath hitch and a tinge of warmth ran through his chest. He watched himself swallow hard as he stared at himself, his eyes scanning over every inch of his face.
“Whoa, what’s happening here? Didn’t realise I’d need to knock before I came to the rec room,” Wade spoke.
The memory was cut off suddenly and he opened his eyes to see Hayden’s face was slightly flushed, her tears had dried up and her skin felt hot to the touch.
“I think you’ve made your point,” she said as she removed his hand from her face quickly.
He cleared his throat and stood up, offering his hand to help her up, she took it and for a brief moment they forgot how to let go. They both silently agreed to ignore what had just happened and made their way back to the others, however, they couldn’t ignore the fact that both of them had slightly sweaty palms from the contact. The rest of the walk was filled with silence and avoiding eye contact in any way.
* * *
“Explain to me how the fuck you managed to find her, but also managed to bring her back here?” Wade asked as they met up outside the now crowd less court house.
Nathan shrugged, “Maybe I just know her better than you think,”
“Pfft yeah right,” he looked to Hayden, “That’s not true is it?” he asked worriedly.
“I- he just got lucky I guess,” she shrugged.
“Got lucky?” Wade looked between them, “Did you two-”
“No,” they said together.
“I just happened to be under a tree nearby, besides that, who on earth would be doing anything in such a public place?”
“Oh- but that’s part of the excitement sis!” he wrapped an eager arm around her shoulder, the other gesturing in the air wildly as he spoke, “Being caught can make the sex really more-”
“Don’t even finish that sentence,” she warned and looked at him seriously.
“Kinky.” He finished, she made a low punch to Wade’s groin and he bent over in pain, “Totally worth it,”
“Jesus, you’re an idiot,” Nathan remarked, shaking his head with a small smirk on his face.
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Translations in order:
“Privetstvuyu Gidru!” - Hail Hydra!
“S nashim novym oruzhiyem nas ne ostanovit'! Privetstvuyu Gidru!” - With our new weapon, we will be unstoppable! Hail Hydra!
“Ty prinesesh' nam luchsheye budushcheye, moya doch',” - You will bring us a better future my daughter
“Privetstvuyu Gidru!” - Hail Hydra!
“Otets, ty govorish', chto lyubish' menya-” - Father, you say that you love me
“Ya lyublyu tebya,” - I do love you
“Togda pochemu ty tak chasto izbivayesh' menya i golodayesh'?” - Then why do you beat me so often, and starve me?
“Potomu chto lyubov' tyazhela moya dorogaya, i chem bol'she ona prichinyayet bol', tem sil'neye ona.” - Because love is hard my darlin’, and the more it hurts the stronger it is.
“Khorosho,” - Okay
“Zavtra my marshiruyem muzhchin! Privetstvuyu Gidru!” - Tomorrow we march men!
“Privetstvuyu Gidru!” - Hail Hydra!
>> Chapter 25 <<
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October Wrap Up
Hello to all our lovely followers! We are closing in on the end of the year, but have no fear, there are still two months of great releases coming!
In October, the first two episodes of our podcast were released, and in November we have two more episodes coming out on the 10th and 24th so keep your eye out for that.
Also, remember to follow us on @kpopsunbae because once this year is done we won’t be posting on here anymore--but no need to worry, it will stay up as an archive!
-JR, Min, and Onyx
NEWS:
October 1989: Hong Seo Bum dropped the first Korean rap song “Kim Sat Gat” (image from Radio Star).
October 19, 2009: Incheon Bridge opens to the public.
October 1, 2010: A fire takes out a high-rise building in Busan with no casualties.
October 9, 2010: The International Fireworks Festival is held in Seoul.
October 10, 2010: Hwang Jang-yop, a politician in North Korea who defected to South Korea, passes due to a heart attack.
October 17, 2014: A vent collapses at Pangyo Techno Valley during a 4Minute concert after 20-30 people climbed onto it to see the performance from a better angle.
Public Holidays:
October 3: National Foundation Day (개천절) - A celebration of the founding of Gojoseon according to the legend of Dangun. Learn more here!
October 9: Hangul Day (한글날) - A day to celebrate the creation of the Korean language by King Sejeong the Great. Learn more here!
Gaon Album Chart - Album of the Month 2010-2015:
2010 - Hoot by Girls’ Generation
2011 - The Boys by Girls’ Generation
2012 - Catch Me by TVXQ!
2013 - Everybody by SHINee
2014 - This is Love by Super Junior
2015 - I by Taeyeon
DRAMAS:
October 2009: IRIS (The action drama starred Lee Byung Hun, Kim Tae Hee, and BIGBANG’s T.O.P. With a budget of over 30 million dollars, it is one of the most expensive dramas to ever be made. The large budget paid off, bringing in over 30% ratings, as well as giving Lee Byung Hun a daesang on top of many other awards. It eventually got a second season (Iris II), a spin off series (Athena: Goddess of War) and a movie (IRIS: The Movie).)
October 2009: Three Brothers (This show stars Ahn Nae Sang and Oh Dae Gyu. It was originally a 50 episode drama, but when the ratings proved to be immense (it was one of the highest rated dramas of the year with over 40% viewership ratings) 20 more episodes were added.)
October 2009: You’re Beautiful (This classic stars Jang Geun Seuk, Park Shin Hye, former After School member Uee, CNBLUE’s Jung Yong Hwa, and F.T. Island’s Lee Hong Ki. Miss S, Park Shin Hye, as well as the drama’s group, AN.JELL, and more participated in the OST. This was Hong Ki’s acting comeback and Yong Hwa’s debut role. It got over 10% viewership ratings and won various rewards. Eventually it got a Japanese and Taiwanese remake.)
October 2010: Queen of Reversals (This drama stars Kim Nam Joo, Jung Joon Ho, and Park Si Hoo. It got over 10% viewership ratings.)
October 2010: God’s Quiz (Stars Ryu Deok Hwan and Yoon Joon Hee. It dealt with many intense diseases and disorders, and has since gone on to have four more seasons.)
October 2011: A Thousand Day’s Promise (Stars Soo Ae and Kim Rae Won. Baek Ji Young, 8Eight, and more participated in the OSTs. It hit over 15% viewership ratings and won multiple awards.)
October 2011: Deep Rooted Tree (This period drama stars Song Joong Ki, Jang Hyuk, and Shin Se Kyung. It hit 20% viewership ratings, won various awards, and was broadcast in Japan and Taiwan.)
October 2011: Flower Boy Ramyun Shop (This drama started off the “flower boy” series which would go on to have three other unrelated instalments: Shut Up, Flower Boy Band!, Flower Boy Next Door, and Dating Agency: Cyrano. It stars Lee Chung Ha, Jung Il Woo, and Lee Ki Woo. It did really well in viewership ratings for a cable show and also had a diverse demographic of viewers.)
October 2012: Full House Take 2 (This is “sequel” to the first Full House starring Rain and Song Kye Hyo. This “sequel” stars Hwang Jung Eum, No Min Woo, and Park Ki Woong.)
October 2012: Childless Comfort (This drama stars Lee Soon Jae, Kim hae Sook, Yoo Dong Geun, and Uhm Ji Won. It broke Reply 1997’s viewership record with 7.995% and ended up with an all-time high rating of over 10%.)
October 2013: Empress Ki (This period drama stars Ha Ji Won, Ji Chang Wook, and Joo Jin Mo. 4men, Wax, Soyou, Junsu, and Ji Chang Wook participated in the OSTs. It hit over 30% viewership ratings and won various awards.)
October 2013: The Heirs (This drama was co-produced by now the defunct streaming site DramaFever. It stars Lee Min Ho (IKON’s Jung Chan Woo plays his younger self), Park Shin Hye, Kim Woo Bin, Kim Ji Won, f(x)’s Krystal, CNBLUE’s Kang Min Hyuk, Kang Ha Neul, and ZE:A’s Park Hyung Sik. It had a lot of cameos including SuJu’s Heechul, VIXX, and BTOB among many others. The ending theme (”I’m Saying”), sung by Park Shin Hye’s friend Lee Hong Ki, has since been used countless times in parody. Boasted a great set of OSTs. It over 15 % viewership ratings domestically, but was popular across Asia.)
October 2013: Reply 1994 (The second instalment of the “Reply” series, stars Go Ara, Jung Woo, Yoo Yeon Seok, B1A4’s Baro, and BtoB’s Yook Sung Jae. One of the highest rated cable dramas at over 11% viewership ratings. It boasted many cameos, including the main characters from the first season, and many others.)
October 2014: Tomorrow’s Cantabile (This drama stars Joo Won, Shim Eun Kyung, Park Bo Gum, and Baek yoon Shik. This was another co-production with the defunct streaming platform Dramafever. It hit over the 5% ratings mark. It also aired in Thailand, Taiwan, and Japan.
2014 - Modern Farmer (This comedy stars F.T. Island’s Lee Hong Ki, Park Min Woo, Honey Lee, and Kwak Dong Yeon.)
October 2014: Misaeng (This show stars ZE:A’s Im Si Wan, Lee Sung Min, Kang So Ra, and Kang Ha Neul. It is based off of the Webtoon of the same name written by Yoon Tae Ho (the comic sold over 900,000 copies). It became a hit across the nation, eventually winning various awards and ended up getting a Chinese remake.)
October 2015: Sassy Go Go (This school drama stars Apink’s Jung Eun Ji, Lee Won Geun, VIXX’s N, Ji Soo, and Chae Soo Bin. Jadu, Hanbyul, and former After School member Lizzy participated in the OSTs among others.)
October 2015: Six Flying Dragons (This period dramas stars Yoo Ah In and Shin Se Kyung. It passed over 10% viewership ratings and won various awards.)
FILMS:
October 22, 2009: Good Morning President (This comedy stars Jang Dong Geun, Lee Soon Jae, and Go Doo Shim. KBS World says “Only a few decades ago, the president was an off-limits subject in Korean cinema. It was almost impossible for the older generation who lived through military dictatorships to parody their president.”)
October 29, 2009: Paju (This movie stars Lee Sun Kyun and Seo Woo. It was the first Korean film to open the International Film Festival Rotterdam as well as The Tribeca Film Festival, as well as participating over 15 other festivals. It received great reviews, and won a few awards.)
October 20, 2011: Always (This melodrama stars So Ji Sub and Han Hyo Joo. It opened the Busan International Film Festival, selling out all 2,000 seats in just 7 seconds. Eventually it received Turkish, a Kannadanen, and Hindu remakes.)
October 11, 2012: A Company Man (This movie stars So Ji Sub, Lee Mi Yeon, Kwak Do Won, and ZE:A’s Kim Dong Jun. It got one million theatre admissions in just under two weeks.)
October 31, 2012: A Werewolf Boy (This film stars Park Bo Young and Song Joong Ki. Park Bo Young sang a song for the drama’s soundtrack. It hit one million admissions after just five days and became the top melodrama in Korea of all time.)
October 2, 2013: Hope (This film stars Sol Kyung Gu, Lee Re, and Bang Jun Seok. It is based on the true story of The Case of Na Young. It had over one million admissions in the first week. It went on to win multiple awards.)
October 31, 2013: No Breathing (This movie stars Girls’ Generation Kwon Yuri, Lee Jong Suk, Seo In Guk, and Dal Shabet Member Cho Ah Young. It did fairly well at the box office, coming in at just under 500,000 admissions.)
October 2, 2014: Whistle Blower (This film stars Park hae Il, Yoo Yeon Seok, and Lee Geung Young. It is loosely based off the story of scientist Hwang Woo Seok and the scientific fraud case that he was involved in-- Ryu Young Joon was the real life whistle blower. It topped the box office upon its release.)
October 23, 2014: The Truth Shall Not Sink With Sewol (This is a documentary about the Sewol tragedy that happened in April of the same year.)
HAPPY STUFF:
October 2010: Hyuna is added to Nine Muses following Jaekyung’s departure.
October 8, 2013: Jason is added to NU’EST’s Chinese sub-unit NU’EST M.
SAD STUFF:
October 29, 2009: Soyoung graduates from After School to pursue acting.
October 2010: Jaekyung leaves Nine Muses to pursue modelling.
October 16, 2013: Dongho departs from U-KISS due to health reasons.
October 24, 2013: Gummy leaves YG Entertainment and signs with C-JeS Ent.
October 10, 2014: LuHan files a lawsuit against SM Ent. and leaves EXO.
October 5, 2015: Boy group C-Clown disbands.
October 8, 2013: Soloist Kim Ha Neul (김하늘), better known as Rottyful Sky (로티플스카이), passes away due to a brain tumor at 25.
October 27, 2014: Shin Hae Chul (신해철), member of activist rock group N.EX.T, passes away due to medical malpractice at 46.
POST OF THE MONTH:
EXID - Every Night
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Ryu Si-Oh/Kang Nam-Soon one-shot
Background: I'm working on a sort-of alternate universe series for Strong Girl Nam-Soon; where the main couple is Ryu Si-Oh and Kang Nam-Soon, and it revolves around Nam-Soon's life and Si-Oh's redemption. For some reason, it's harder for me to start at the beginning and write chronologically so until I figure out how I want things to begin in this AU, I'll just post the cute/fluffy one-shots that pop into my head.
Prompt: Nam-Soon wins a bet.
Nam-Soon didn't even try to conceal the teasing grin that stretched across her face as she approached Si-Oh. She began to dance, moving her body joyfully and shimmy-ing her shoulders as she lightly sang the tune of Gangnam Style.
Si-Oh watched her approach with an indulgent curl of his lips, tipping his head back to stare at the blue sky above as she drew closer. Only looking back down when she hopped with both feet to stand at attention in front of him, staring up at him triumphantly.
"Shall we?" He gestured for her to walk in front of him towards the company car, but she stayed stubbornly planted before him.
"Not until I hear you say it." She slyly replied.
Si-Oh sighed, experiencing an odd mixture of both annoyance and affection towards his pint-sized assistant. Normally such insolence would have lit a fire in his gullet, triggering a defensive response that demanded he crush whoever had the arrogance to challenge him. But coming from her, with her sparkling eyes and infectious smile ... he found himself basking in the warmth of her camaraderie.
"Ah, yes. You were correct, I concede defeat."
Her chin lifted proudly, as she reached up with one hand to flip her long hair over her shoulder. "Thank you, thank you. Naturally, I deserve a prize for this display of business prowess. What are you willing to give me as a reward?" Her tone was light and unserious, her face open and happy.
The question from anyone else would have had him tensing in preparation for conflict. From her, he only felt what most people must mean when they refer to getting butterflies. The answer left his lips before he consciously made the decision to reply ...
"Anything."
Nam-Soon's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Anything?" She repeated in question.
Si-Oh nodded definitively, before voicing his confirmation. "Anything."
"Hmm..." She pondered aloud, raising a delicate finger to tap at her chin, and squinting her eyes dramatically. "That is quite the invitation. I'll have to think on it carefully. An opportunity like this shouldn't be wasted, you know." She chirped pertly, before turning on her heel and beginning to stride towards the car. He followed at a more leisurely pace, keeping his strides shorter to match her shorter legs.
"Should I be worried?" He volleyed back, fully knowing he needn't worry at all.
"Oh yes," she said sunnily as the driver opened the side door for her to climb in. She peeked back at Si-Oh from over her shoulder, taunting him in a comedic timbre "Be afraid, be very afraaaiidd..." her voice pealing off into silly laughter as she climbed into the dark vehicle.
Si-Oh found himself smiling once again as he seated himself next to her. It seemed to be happening more often the more time he spent with Nam-Soon. He was both curious and intrigued by the development. He didn't know necessarily what it was about her that drew him, like a moth to a flame. All he knew was that the more time he spent in her presence, the more the cold, dark spaces inside of him seemed to shrink. He wanted more. No. He *craved* more, more than any drug he'd ever used. Being near her was like being injected with pure light, concentrated sunshine. And for a man like him, who had been denied every affection and comfort since he was a child ... he was helpless to resist her.
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Get caught up with this week's new K-Pop Song releases and stuff I might have missed on my charts with K-Pop ICYMI (In Case You Missed It). Here's a spotlight on some of the latest K-Pop (including, Pop, Hip-Hop, Rock, Dance and K-Indie) releases for March 2017 Week 2 (week ending March 11, 2017).
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Here is the list of songs--since it's not ranked, no spoilers here :)!
AC Block:
Lee Narae Feat. Hong Jaemok) (이나래, 홍재목) - Mellow Song
Ed (에드) - Full Of You (너로 가득해)
Soyon (소욘) - Rain Drop (주르르륵)
SoulStar (소울스타) - We
CORONA (코로나) - My Way
Lee Minho (이민호) - Always
Choyoung (초영) - Lonely
Rare Potato (레어 포테이토) - Starlit Night (별밤)
Acourve Feat. Fascy (어쿠루브) - Over and Over
Bubble Sisters (버블 시스터즈) - Hello Spring (벚꽃비행)
GB9 X Ha Dong Qn (길구봉구, 하동균) - Beautiful (그래 사랑이었다)
Jung Key with Wheein [MAMAMOO] (정키, 휘인 [마마무]) - Anymore (부담이 돼)
OST Block:
Uhm Jung Hwa (엄정화) - Let Me Cry (You Are Too Much (당신은 너무합니다) OST)
Changmo (창모) - I'm All Ears (내 귀는 열려) (Voice (보이스) OST)
Jo Yoo Jin (조유진) [Cherry Filter (체리필터)] - I Am What I Am (난 나니까) (Ms. Perfect (완벽한 아내) OST)
Lee Sera (이세라) - Relieved (참 다행이야) (Tomorrow With You (내일 그대와) OST)
Younha (윤하) - Floret (작은 꽃) (Viva Ensemble (비바앙상블) OST)
Park Si Hwan (박시환) - March In Place (제자리걸음) (Introverted Boss (내성적인 보스) OST)
Minzy (공민지) - I Wanted To Love (사랑하고 싶었던 거야) (Rebel Thief Who Stole The People (역적 : 백성을 훔친 도적) OST)
Standing Egg (스탠딩 에그) - Wonder (어떨까) (Strong Woman Do Bong Soon (힘쎈여자 도봉순) OST)
Seenroot (신현희와김루트) - Rollercoaster (롤러코스터) (Good Manager (김과장) OST)
San-E (산이) - Until The End (끝까지) (Innocent Defendant (피고인) OST)
K-Indie / Rock Block:
DDAMAL (따뜻한 말 한마디) - Kind Word (따뜻한 말 한마디)
Ashmute (애쉬뮤트) - Scenery
OOHYO (우효) - Goodbye (안녕) - Goodbye (안녕)
Stella Jang (스텔라장) - Colors
Cold Cherry (차가운체리) - It Was You (나는 너였어)
DAY6 (데이식스) - How Can I Say (어떻게 말해)
EDM / Dance Block:
Springhead Feat. Serah (스프링헤드) - White Out
Hwang Inseon (황인선) - Hwang Ya (황야)
Justin Oh Feat. Hyolyn [SISTAR] (저스틴 오, 효린 [씨스타]) - Jekyll & Hyde (KR Version)
R&B / Hip-Hop Block:
Cherry Coke - Like You Do
Del.Mo Feat. JJK (델모) - Gak (각)
Muzin Feat. Sleeq (뮤진) - The Climb
LIVE Feat. KIM HYO EUN, G2, DUMBFOUNDEAD (라이브) - Please
G2 & Kim Na Young (지투 & 김나영) - Angel's Letter
Hyungdon & Daejune (형돈이와 대준이) - Rap Impossible (한 번도 안 틀리고 누구도 부르기 어려운 노래)
NY.LA Feat. Davii (나일라) - Can't Find No Reason
Jay Park (박재범) - Hulk Hogan (헐크호건)
Miryo & Maniac Feat. Choi Jun Young (미료, 매니악, 최준영) - King of the Hill
LambC (램씨) - Love Like That
Maydoni (메이다니) - Don't Say It (막말하지마)
HEYDAY Feat. Dason [Joy o'clock] (헤이데이, 데이슨 [조이어클락]) - My Earth
MJ (Sunnyside) Feat. Who R U (MJ (써니사이드), 후아유) - No Way (같은 이별 다른 온도)
Skull, Koonta (스컬, 쿤타) - Still (아직도 니가)
Pop Block:
Kim Hyung Jun (김형준) - Count On You (기대)
SONAMOO (소나무) - Keep Thinking About You (자꾸자꾸)
CRA'BEAT (크라빗) - From Head To Toe (꿀 떨어져)
Produce 101 Season 2 (프로듀스101 시즌2) - Pick Me (나야 나)
BTOB (비투비) - Movie
Brave Girls (브레이브걸스) - Rollin' (롤린)
ROMEO (로미오) - Without U (니가 없는데)
B.A.P - Wake Me Up
Eric Nam X Somi (에릭남 X 소미) - You, Who? (유후)
GFRIEND (여자친구) - Fingertip
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Ryu Si-Oh/Kang Nam-Soon one-shot
Background: I'm working on a sort-of alternate universe series for Strong Girl Nam-Soon; where the main couple is Ryu Si-Oh and Kang Nam-Soon. For some reason, it's harder for me to start at the beginning and write chronologically so until I figure out how I want things to begin in this AU, I'll just post the cute/fluffy one-shots that pop into my head.
Prompt: Ryu Si-Oh takes Kang Nam-Soon on a date… but she doesn’t realize it’s a date of course.
Nam-Soon uneasily glanced around the dimly lit restaurant, fingering the lining of her well-worn skirt. The restaurant was spacious enough to seat several tables with room to spare, but the shadows, spacing, and building architecture still made it feel cozy somehow. Several windows were slightly opened to allow a gentle breeze that was cool but not chilly, and soft jazz music enveloped their table from all sides. She wasn’t dressed poorly, but certainly not fancy enough for a place like this. She’d tried to protest when the company car had pulled up to the entrance, already clocking how high class it was but Si-Oh insisted that what she wore was perfectly acceptable.
All this for a work dinner, she thought with exasperation. Si-Oh must really want that steak he mentioned on the way here. When she looked at the menu, she was simply overwhelmed by the options listed in gleaming gold font - and the prices.
She must have made a face because Si-Oh asked “Is something wrong?” The man had a way of pinning down exactly what she was feeling, and he seemed just a bit tense at her silence since they sat down.
She shook her head immediately in response, but also rolled her lips in a pensive expression. She decided to go with a half-truth. “There are so many options… I’m just not sure what I would like.”
So-Oh’s semi-concern melted away at that. “Ah, would you like me to make some recommendations?”
“Yes, if you wouldn’t mind.” She sighed in relief, handing the menu to him gratefully.
He scanned it briefly before asking a few exploratory questions - Did she like pasta? What was her favorite meat? Did she prefer soup or salad? Umami or spicy flavor profiles? Once she had answered all food-related inquiries, he made a few suggestions for an appetizer, entree, sides, and desserts, to which she readily agreed.
Once the waiter - who had seemingly materialized out of nowhere - had taken their order and left them to have some privacy, Si-Oh leaned in and fixed his unwavering gaze on her.
She found it slightly more difficult to swallow.
“Tell me about yourself. How are you…” he paused heavily. “… the way that you are?”
Nam-Soon heaved a sigh and leaned her elbow on the table, resting her chin on the open palm of her hand.
“I wish I had an interesting story to tell you, truly. Maybe something with radioactive spiders or laboratory experiments-“ Si-Oh’s shoulders twitched at that; Nam-Soon didn’t notice. ”-but I’m just me. I’ve always been like this, at least as far back as I can remember. Which is around 6 years old. That’s when my parents found me.”
“Found you?” Si-Oh asking curiously.
“Mm.” She nodded. Nam-soon stared at him for a bit longer and Si-Oh waited, obviously expecting her to continue. She still didn’t really know how to talk about this with people she didn’t know well just yet. But she found it easier to just rip the band-aid off and put it out there. “I was found wandering in the Mongolian plains when I was 6 years old, by my mom and dad. They didn’t know who I was or where I came from, and they didn’t speak Korean so it was … a while before we were able to really communicate.”
Si-Oh was listening intently, thoughtfully absorbing everything she said. It struck him viscerally how frightening that must have been and how truly awful it could have ended for her. After all, he knew better than most what kind of people could benefit from coming across an unchaperoned child.
“Your … mom and dad”, he said haltingly, wanting to mirror the language Nam-Soon used to talk about the parents she so obviously adored. “Did they go to the police? Or any state officials?”
“Oh yes,” Nam-Soon rushed to explain on her parents' behalf. “It was more than a day's ride between where they found me and anyone who may have access to information on missing children but my dad made the trip as soon as I was settled. He stayed in town for three days talking to the police and anyone else he could get a hold of, but there was nothing. There was no report, nobody looking for their missing daughter, no one new in the area, nothing. On the fourth day, he gave the police pictures of me and his contact information and came home. They didn’t hear from anyone for weeks, and after making several calls and sending messages that went unanswered for months, they eventually stopped trying. And I can’t blame them for that, really.” She smiled warmly, cheeks flushing a pretty pink, and Si-Oh felt a frisson of electricity streak up his spine at the tender look that crossed her face. “Perhaps I would feel differently if they treated me poorly or if I felt like I was missing out, but I didn’t - I was happy. They treated me as their own and after a while, well, honestly I was theirs. And they were mine.”
Nam-Soon pictured her mom and dad's faces, warmed by the sun, wrinkled with age and laughter. “When I got old enough to get curious about it, they asked me if I wanted them to go looking again. But I said no.” Si-Oh was surprised at that and said as much.
Nam-Soon shrugged her shoulders in response. “I won’t lie and say I didn’t think about it at all, but I was content with the way my life was. I had loving parents, a close community, and good friends. I was afraid that if I did find something, then it would change everything; I would be completely uprooted from my home. And if I found nothing, I might be terribly disappointed that no one had been looking for me, that I hadn’t been missed for nearly an entire decade. So I chose not to. And I haven’t regretted it since.” Nam-Soon declared brightly, nodding in satisfaction with her own logic. "After all, you can't change what's happened in the past. You can only move forward, with purpose."
Si-Oh should have been frustrated at this information; should have been annoyed that the secret to her strength couldn’t be sniffed out easily, but instead, he found himself wanting to know more about her, about her life and her thoughts.
“How was it, then, growing up in Mongolia?” Nam-Soon glowed with pride as she began to talk of her hometown and the people there. And Si-Oh, who had intended to use this dinner as an opportunity to gain more insight into her abilities … was utterly captivated by stories of her childhood.
He barely noticed when the server arrived at their table with their food.
Once their server had once again departed, Nam-Soon took the opportunity to give as good as she got.
“I feel like I’ve been talking about myself the whole time, why don’t you tell me about yourself?”
Si-Oh picked up his silverware and began to cut into his steak as he tried to think of an answer that would both satisfy her curiosity and not be an outright lie.
“There’s not much to know about me-“, he began. Nam-Soon’s eyebrows jumped up in incredulity. “I had a normal childhood. I knew from the time I was young that I would go into business, and so every decision I made was to serve that purpose.” He took a bite of bloody steak before glancing at Nam-Soon and paused as he saw her facial expression.
She was staring at him with a tiny wrinkle forming between her brows. Her hands were still at either side of her plate, utensils at the ready.
“That’s … all?” Her voice was soft and low. He enjoyed the sound of it.
He gave a small chuckle before asking, “What else is there?” An emotion he couldn’t label streaked across her face, and she looked down quickly to work at cutting her fish fillet. She took a bite and seemed to be mulling something over as she chewed. When she had finished she looked into his eyes and asked, “Do you do anything outside of work? Have any hobbies?”
He didn't have to think to answer this one. "I work out a lot; I attend many classes that cover several fighting styles, from boxing to Taekwondo. If I'm not working on company business, I'm probably fighting. And if I'm not fighting," his voice deepened as a subtle twist of his mouth, barely noticeable, betrayed a sneer of contempt. "I'm probably asleep ... or dead." In that moment, his expression was as cold and cutting as a bitter winter wind. Nam-Soon was completely taken aback by the barely concealed resentment that seemed to ooze off him like a miasma.
As she had done many times in her life, Nam-Soon spoke before she could think not to.
"That sounds ... really unfulfilling." She wished she could snatch the words back as soon as they tripped from her tongue, but it was too late to backtrack, so she held his gaze and waited for his response.
His reaction was ... surprising, to say the least. The laughter that catapulted from the back of his throat was loud enough to startle the people at two tables near them, as Si-Oh shook his head in confoundment. Nam-Soon bit her lip in consternation.
As his laughter quieted, he reached for his wine, taking a sip of the maroon liquid before locking his dark gaze with hers once again.
"You're honest to a fault, Kang Nam-Soon. I like that about you. I've been around too many liars for far too long." His words were light and unbothered, but she swore she could lighting crackling through the iris of his eyes.
"I don't mean to be insulting," she said sheepishly. "Sometimes I just speak before I can filter. Gets me into trouble sometimes."
Si-Oh shook his head, waving off her unspoken apology. "I'd rather someone be honest and insulting, than dishonest and flattering. Fake compliments, fake smiles, empty promises ... they can be found everywhere in this industry. It's how you do business and learn the trade, climbing off the backs of others that put you there. Eventually, you get so far removed from the people you struggled with at the bottom that you forget the mask you created is for your own protection, as much as theirs. Anyone can tell an easy lie with a smile. It takes real integrity," he lifted his wine glass towards Nam-Soon, tipping it in her direction as some would a toast, "to tell an uncomfortable truth with a straight face."
Nam-Soon felt oddly warmed by his praise and ducked her head in shyness, tucking her hair behind her ear. Another thought occurred to her and she glanced up at Si-Oh, not surprised to find his eyes still trained on her with laser-pointed focus. She was beginning to recognize how the weight of his gaze felt when he was watching her, without seeing him do so. He made her feel examined, and pinned into place, like a butterfly on display in a glass case.
She leaned in closer, emulating the same posture he presented when he wished to convey sincerity.
"When you speak ... it sounds as if you have a feeling of disdain towards the work that you do. So, why do it?"
His head cocked to the side. "Do you only do things that you enjoy? That bring you happiness?"
She smiled and huffed a breath in humor, "No, of course not. I'd lead a pretty privileged life if I only did the things I thought sounded fun. But generally, I do try to avoid things that I think will make me miserable in the long run. I try to make decisions that will put me in a comfortable position. And with the way you talk ..." She trailed off, not wanting to be more blunt than she already had been.
But Si-Oh took it all in stride. He leaned his body backward into his chair, nodding his head in a contemplative manner before leveling her with a frank expression of discernment. "And you don't think that's a privileged position? To be comfortable?"
Her first instinct was to push back against that assertion, to argue that being comfortable was a natural state of being. But the words wouldn't come out, and the longer she thought on it, the more she realized he was right. Some people had no choice but to be uncomfortable, usually by circumstances beyond their own control.
Si-Oh watched the emotions play across her face like an open book. And felt stimulated in a way he hadn't experienced in years.
Eventually, she nodded in his direction, saying only "I concede your point", in response to his question.
Her surrender thrilled him, satisfaction blanketing his body like a warm shawl. So clever. So honest. She was even more mesmerizing to him now than when he had first seen her at the warehouse, leaping into action like an angel of heaven.
The ravenous beast inside him growled in hunger. Miserable bastard that he was, he wanted her. And he would find a way to have her.
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