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marvelsbanner · 3 years

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Part of a Team

Summary: Wanda is the newest Avengers recruit and she’s having a hard time finding her place in this new life- maybe she can find it in you?

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x y/n, you

Warnings: Brief mention of death and blood, minor language (if you squint theres kind of compromising situations? nothing outright sexual)

Word Count: ~2700

A/N: Reblogs, likes, and comments are VERY much appreciated, all mistakes are my own! xx

**I don't own marvel and if I did Natasha would be alive**

Something was wrong. You were just in Strucker’s lab- just on the trail of one of the enhanced twins. The alarms were going off around you and your boots clanged on the metal floor- before you froze in your place, a red haze overtaking you and suddenly you were thrown into the daylight.

You felt tingles run through your veins and down your spine; your head throbbed. You felt vulnerable, seen. What the hell is going on-

You’re in the forest, you think. No- there are rocks. Big rocks-

Focus.

No, not rocks. Graves. Gravestones. Where the hell are you?

You drag your heavy feet over to the nearest, it takes a moment for your vision to focus.

Who’s grave? Who’s grave? Oh god. No no no- this, this can’t be-

Natasha Romanoff.

You felt like throwing up. This couldn’t be real. You dragged yourself to another stone situated nearby: Clint Barton. Beloved husband, father, and friend.

It felt like you couldn't breathe, you were just there with them. You were just there.

Your body jerks as cold hands grab your shoulders and spin your body to face them-

Steve.

You throw your arms around his neck, “STEVE! Oh god Steve! You’re okay- you’re.. cold” you feel something wet and sticky on your hand, pulling it back and seeing red. So much red.

“Steve..” you quickly stumble back, tripping in the process. It’s then you see- it’s too late. His body was grey and lifeless. He falls onto his knees and then collapses totally. You scream and scramble backwards, head hitting another gravestone in the process.

You turn to face it, to read another name of one of the team members you’ve come to call family- but it's not one of theirs. It’s yours.

It’s your name. A graveyard for the Avengers, Earth’s mightiest heroes.

Suddenly your body jolts and you take a sharp intake of breath- your ears are pounding. Everything hurts. But you see her- the enhanced. She’s looking at you with a look you can’t describe. It’s not fear, it’s not anger.. Pity? Empathy? You can’t look away from her, the glowing red eyes capturing you as their prey.

And then there was black.

A few weeks later and you’re back at the tower. Things have changed- the entire world has changed, really. The battle opened up new doors- literal new doors to new realms- that the world had previously thought impossible.

The team had expanded, with Steve’s friend Sam joining the team, as well as Vision, the synthezoid that helped the team to defeat Ultron.

There was also her.

Wanda Maximoff was one of the enhanced twins from Strucker’s experiments, you eventually learned. It was voluntary, but after learning about her backstory you think you would have done the same in her place.

She lost her brother- Pietro- in the battle and she took it hard. She didn’t come out of her room when she could help it. Clint was rather protective over her, maybe it was the fatherly figure coming out of him- maybe he was feeling guilt over being the one Pietro sacrificed himself to save. Either way, he was able to get her out of the room a few times and get her to eat. Vision also struck up a strange friendship with the girl- but then again, Vision was easy company, and rather empathetic for a synthezoid.

Everybody took a hit from when Wanda messed with their heads, some more than others.

You didn’t talk for a week.

Didn’t even talk with Clint’s kids when they wanted to play with you.

You didn’t hold it against her. She proved what a valuable asset she was to the team as she fought alongside the group. She did what she thought was right at the time, and that’s not something you could hold against anybody.

Ever since the Battle, Wanda has been staying in the Avengers facilities with the rest of the group, an official Avenger, but you could tell she was still uneasy around the team. She only talked when she was directly talked to and didn't come out of her room but for a few times a day for food and training, sometimes not even then.

And then there was you.

She seemed to avoid you like the plague. You weren’t even sure you two made eye contact for the entire first few weeks she was there.

At first you thought she just didn’t like you, that something about you rubbed her the wrong way, or something you had done had offended her.

But it was her eyes that gave it away- the same soft look that she gave you right after exploring the deepest and darkest parts of your mind that day at Strucker’s lab. She knew from the second it happened that she had hit a deep nerve, and she would continue to give you that damn look every time she thought you didn't notice her.

But you always did.

You couldn’t help it, the way you were drawn to her. She reminded you so much of yourself before joining the team, broken, and alone in your head. You wanted to know her. You wanted to be there for her, be someone to her, you didn’t want her to keep walking on eggshells around you.

And so, you told her.

You found her in the kitchen late one night. She was wearing flannel pajama bottoms and a garnet tank top with a plain gray robe overtop. Her hair was a mess, roughly shoved into a ponytail and her hands were cupped around a mug. She was blowing on what looked to be dandelion tea, and as you got closer the fragrant earthy smell confirmed your suspicions.

She looked adorable.

And slightly startled to find you alone with her.

“Evening” you said as a greeting as you made your way to the counter top.

She gave a tight-lipped half smile with a timid “Hi” before going back to blowing on her tea. She made a slight movement that looked like she was going to try to slip away before you continued,

“You did really well in training the other day. Cap can’t give you enough praise” you say, taking a seat on one of the counter barstools.

She looks puzzled for a moment over your attempt at small talk before getting out a “Thank you.”

You both stood there in silence for a moment, just looking at each other, feeling the air grow thicker with each second ticking by.

“I like the pajamas” you say with a small smirk. You yourself were still dressed for the day in your leather jacket and black jeans. You could have sworn you saw flush creep up her neck before she swallowed it down with a sip of her tea.

There was another silent moment as she gave you a quizzical look, “I don’t quite understand what’s happening here.” She says with a vague hand gesture to the space between them.

You gave a slight chuckle, it was very on-brand for Wanda to be straight to the point.

“Look, Wanda,” You rotated your body on the stool to face her more comfortably,

“I see the way you look at me when you think i’m not looking. You avoid me at any given opportunity, I actually think this has been the most words we’ve exchanged in your whole time living here.”

She raised her ducked head to look you in the eyes and gave a small shake to her head, “I don’t understand.”

You don’t break eye contact, but simply offer a small smile as you reply “I’m not afraid of you, Wanda. And I don’t hold anything from that day against you. All is forgiven, and I would like to move past that. I understand you believed everything you were doing was for the right reasons, and the only thing that it shows me is your dedication and loyalty to a greater cause. Even if it was the wrong one at the time.”

She looked shocked, to say the least. Her mouth slightly opening and closing as she pondered what to say in response.

“You all should be afraid of me. You see the chaos I’ve created and you think you know what I can do,” her voice caught before she continued, “But the truth is I don't even know what i'm capable of. I don’t belong here.” she says softly.

You give a sad smile before slipping off of the stool and moving closer to her.

“We all thought that, at one point or another. We’ve got a whole freak circus here, we’ve got more baggage than Delta flies in a year- that's, that's uh, an airline. My bad.” You elaborate after she gives you a puzzled look, holding back a smile at your stuttered explanation.

“Aaand I ruined the moment.” You give a small chuckle, before continuing “But my point still stands. Nobody belongs here more or less than anyone else. We’re all just here, that's the truth of the matter. We’re just a bunch of unlucky misfits trying to figure out how to work as a team. Just give it a try, and maybe you’ll find you fit in better than you imagined you would.”

At some point during your speech you had moved close enough to take her hand, and you look down at it now, blushing before going to move it away.

Before you could, she gives your hand a squeeze before moving in to place a gentle kiss against your cheek.

“Thank you, y/n.”

And with that she slips away to her room, leaving you alone with your racing heart and her lukewarm mug of tea.

The next morning you found yourself awake bright and early for another morning training session with Nat and Steve- but you had a guest this time.

“Wanda” you greeted, which she returned with a timid “Good morning.”

“I’m glad you could make it” you say, sincerely.

“I decided to take your advice.” She replies with the smallest smile pulling at her lips.

The two of you stood there for a moment, just taking each other in before Steve cleared his throat, “Alright, we should get started then. Wanda, I'll spar with you to start. Nat, you take y/n. Try not to kill each other, please.” He said with a humored smile.

You make your way towards the corner with Nat on your heels. She gives you a quizzical look with a raised brow, glancing between you and Wanda. You roll your eyes and shake your head, only responding with a pointed “Later,” before your legs sweep under hers and an arm wraps around her torso, flipping you both to the ground and landing with you on top of her.

“Using my own move against me, that’s a low blow y/n.” You both laugh, and you barely respond with a “I learned from the best” before she wraps a leg around your waist and grabs your wrists with one hand, flipping you over and pinning you to the ground. She winks and replies “Damn right you did.”

It went like that for another half an hour, the two of you going back and forth battling for the upper hand. Natasha was the one who had trained you since the beginning, and you could almost say you were near her equal now. Well, you could at least give her a run for her money in a spar.

The two of you were panting and glistening with sweat, cheeks flushed from the exercise when she gave you a mischievous wink and called out to the other two, “Hey grandpa, I think I’m done getting my ass kicked by y/n for the day. I want someone easy, come spar with me”

If looks could kill, the look you were giving her would have the assassin dead on the floor.

Steve only looked amused, grabbing a towel to wipe his own sweat as he responded “Bring it on, Romanoff. Try not to break anything, though. I’ve been told they want my bones for the Smithsonian” Nat rolled her eyes and gave a pointedly fake laugh before they made their way to the other side of the gym, leaving you and Wanda alone.

“Hi” you greeted. She responded with a small smile and a “Hi” in return.

She looked as though she were still catching her breath, the rise and fall of her chest was noticeably fast and her face was still adorned with a glisten of sweat and pretty pink flush.

The same flush you saw from her last night, standing in the kitchen with the dim light around her.

Oh God you were in deep now.

“Nat and I were just wrestling around, hand to hand combat kind of stuff, but I see you and Steve were boxing so it's up to you what you’d like to do.” you say quickly.

“Well.. I do have this,” She waves her hand to show her flicker of red powers “for missions, so I don’t think I really need that kind of training.” She says with a smirk, “But I admit, you seem like a good teacher. Maybe.. some basics?”

She was pushing it. Pushing at this, the same way you were pushing last night. Alright, maybe you could run with this.

You give her a teasing smile, “Alright then. We’ll start slowly. May I?” You ask, reaching out for her, but not quite touching.

“By all means” she says, and you can feel the familiar flush creeping up your neck again. You release a puff of breath and shake yourself out of your thoughts before stepping closer to Wanda, and in one fluid motion you had one leg behind hers, your left arm resting against her upper chest and your other at the small of her back, pushing her flush against yourself.

You could hear the small gasp she let out, smirking to yourself.

“This is a simple take down, easy to get out of, but good for beginning. Now i'm just gonna pull you down as slowly as I can-”

You bring her left leg out from under her and carefully let the two of you sink to the floor, leaving you straddled on top of her and pinning her arms to the ground. The air suddenly felt a lot warmer.

You meet her eyes, breath hitching as you feel her pulse quicken beneath your touch.

You clear your throat and begin again, “Like I said before, it’s easy to get out of, but you want to keep the element of surprise. Use your opponent's body weight against them, if you can twist your wrist to slip it out of their grip and use your hips to to flip-”

Before you could even finish she had you pinned beneath her, wind knocked out of you from the impact.

“Like that?” she said, looking down at you through hooded eyes, thick accent teasing- flirting?

You were suddenly very aware of your close proximity and compromising position- flush against each other with her hips straddling your waist; close enough to feel her rapid heartbeat.

“Yeah- that was- that was good” you sputtered out, barely able to hear yourself over the rapid beating of your own heart. Or maybe it was hers- you aren't sure you could tell the difference between up and down right now.

She gave a proud smirk and opened her mouth to say something before a certain synthezoid floated through the gym walls, clueless to the moment he was interrupting.

“Mr. Stark requests a team meeting and would like you to meet him in the conference room.” He said simply before turning and leaving through the wall again.

Wanda gave you a look that seemed to say we’ll finish this later and moved off of you. You missed the heat of her body immediately.

She offered you a hand up and you gladly took it, the two of you walking side by side in silence to the meeting, shoulders bumping and small smiles shared between you two as you think to yourself that maybe you could get used to this.

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jimlingss · 3 years

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It's B from @bang-tan-bitches and I would like to request a yandere fic. It can be BTS OT7 x reader or BTS member of your choice x reader. Similar to your amazing isekai story i would like something similar(a long one shot or a multi-chapter, your choice). Whether YN transmigrates to a game or a novel (not as a villain but maybe as a cannon fodder side character that has little importance to the story and just wants to lay low) but YN captures the attention of the love interest(s) and shit starts getting weird, intense, uncomfortable. Maybe it causes the supposed female lead to turn into the villain, maybe it causes the love interest(s) to turn into the villain(s). Maybe YN realizes that something is wrong with the story/game but can't figure it out. Idk. Time period doesn't matter. Modern. Ancient. Fairytale. Fantasy. Whatever.

If you can do this great! If you can't or don't want to, that's okay too. You're an amazing writer with so much talent and I'm really appreciative of all your work. Thank you for taking requests from your fans, I'm sure you've received a lot.

Take care! 😘💜💜💜

at the start of the pandemic, I was getting back into manga and manhwa and then after a few months, I dawdled off but recently, I’ve been getting back into it again haha so this request came at a pretty good time. Hopefully you won’t mind that I’ve taken some creative liberties with this request lol I think it’s more fun if I keep readers on their toes, including the requester.

On another note, I really shouldn’t be writing all my isekai’s with Taehyung as the main lead but he’s just so fitting asdfghjkl

↳ The Fox Bride

2.6k || 99% Light Fluff, 1% Angst || Kim Taehyung || Isekai!AU, Slight Yandere!AU, Nine-Tailed Fox!Taehyung

You are a tutorial character.

But you weren’t always. You still remember being a career woman in the twenty-first century, struggling with overtime and paying bills while trying to keep yourself fed. The success of that ranged from month to month. But more importantly, you still remember that night too.

It was rainy. Your car blew a flat tire. You pulled to the side of the highway and got out.

The last thing that registered was the deafening honk of the semi-truck.

Then you felt yourself flying upwards.

But when you landed, instead of colliding with the concrete and dying upon impact, you fell back onto your ass in the middle of a market on a dirt road. Transported back a thousand years ago.

Your purpose was fulfilled in the next two minutes.

“Are you alright?”

The male protagonist had stretched out his hand and helped you up. The hero. The main character. It was obvious with his bright red hair, shining eyes and bronze armour. He was so starkly different from the rest who were gray and drab, including you who was suddenly in a brown shapeless dress. He was practically a neon billboard in the middle of a graveyard.

“Are you Y/N?”

You looked at him, befuddled that he knew your name. But before you could even respond or provide a line of dialogue, he said, “This is a delivery from Baker Jeon. He gives you his thanks.”

The protagonists handed you a loaf of bread. Undoubtedly his first ever quest.

You looked down, not sure what to do with it.

“Do you know where the blacksmith is?”

You had absolutely no clue. But there was the deafening noise of hammering steel literally ten steps away. You would have to be blind not to see the gruff man shaping a sword at an anvil right on the road and deaf not to hear it. As if that wasn’t enough, the literal sign of the shop read: ‘the blacksmith’.

So you pointed.

“Thanks.” And he trudged off.

You were utterly confused until a background character who said they knew you waved you over. You shared your bread with her, brushed aside when she asked you what was wrong, and you followed her as she walked up to your supposed cottage.

All the while, you saw yourself in the background of the hero’s main quest as he ran through the town.

And that was that.

It wasn’t so hard to figure out where you were or what the hell this was when you put your mind to it. Without much of a job or a family, and no technology but the candle that you had to conserve when night fell, there was ample time.

So you spent it thinking and you eventually solved the mystery.

You were in Beast Boys Harem: A Forbidden Embrace. AKA. a dumb yaoi otome game app that you downloaded on your phone when you were sixteen and bored. You remember because you were too cheap to buy the routes, so you played the tutorial, prologue and read the summaries of the routes online. Now you regret that you didn’t just fork over the goddamn five dollars.

Even more than that, you regret that you even downloaded the game in the first place.

But at least you’re just a tutorial character. You’re free from the storyline and the plot—

That’s what you thought.

Turns out living a thousand years in the past in a fantasy realm as a woman didn’t bode well. It was probably no different from how it would’ve been like in the medieval ages. You had no trade skills. No one was willing to accept you as an apprentice when you were a woman. You found that you were essentially illiterate with a reading level of a preschooler, no one was willing to teach you, and you had no power or wealth when you were without a father or a husband.

And you’re certain what the landlord and tax-collectors are doing is illegal.

But in this world, in this unjust realm, there is no such thing as the law.

“We know you’re in there!”

You jolt from the heavy pounding on the frail wooden door.

“It’s time to pay up!”

Your hands tremble as you set the candle down that’s still billowing of smoke, the flame smothered out mere seconds ago. As much as you want to hide and pull the blanket over your head, you know that door won’t last. They’ll find you if you’re trapped in here.

“If you can’t, spread those legs of yours!” a low voice spits and there’s chortling from the men.

Someone adds, “Sell your body already!”

“Open up! Damn whore!”

Without a single possession but the white nightgown clad on your body, you open the latch of the back window. You cringe at the squeak, trying to keep your movements quiet before the door gives way.

You hoist yourself up onto the window ledge. The door bends with the strength of multiple clenched fists against it. Your feet touch the soft grass outside your cottage. The men shout.

And the door finally slams against the wall, hinges broken.

But by then, you’ve slipped into the shadows.

“Where is she?!”

The blanket is ripped off the bed, curtains are whipped back, every drawer dumped onto the ground and cupboards yanked open. The floor shakes with the weight of their boots and you press your palm to your mouth to silence your panting breaths, slowly stepping away.

“That damn whore slipped through us—!”

But as your shitty luck would have it, a sudden crack has the whole world coming to a standstill.

Shit. You look down at your feet, realizing that the snapping noise came from you stepping on a twig. And it’s exposed your hiding place.

“There she is!” — “Out the back window!”

You grab fistfuls of your dress and bolt.

“Get her!”

With your cottage on the edge of town, there’s nowhere to run but through the dense woods. It’s shrouded in the darkness, no doubt filled with wild beasts creeping through the thicket. The rustling canopy of the trees doesn’t allow the dim, waning moonlight to illuminate your path.

So you’re left blind. Struggling up the high incline of the forest, feet slipping on dirt and mud. But you keep sprinting with all your might, even when the pointed, coiling branches scrape at your calves until blood sheds and the hem of your dress tears in the underbrush.

“Run, little rabbit!” one of them mocks, “Run!”

The four men continue to give chase, gripping onto their roaring torches, shrieking and howling after you. One of them is manically laughing as if your efforts to flee only adds to the thrill. Their greased hands reach out to snatch you, but the tips of their fingers graze the ends of your hair.

Your teeth are sunk into the bottom of your lip, sobs breaking through your aching chest. Your lungs burn, dying for a break or moment of relief. But you don’t relent and luckily, you manage to build distance between you and the men. Only, that luck comes crashing down by a fucking hole.

A hole in the forest floor that you don’t see. That has your footing all wrong. That makes you scream and fall.

You twist your ankle in a direction it’s definitely not supposed to be in and cry from pain.

A second later, you force yourself to get up and keep running with tears flooding your eyes and dripping down your cheeks. But it’s more like limping than running, akin to hobbling on one leg and every movement has pain shooting from your swelling ankle.

The effort becomes futile. They surround you within minutes.

“All finished?” The tax-collector’s head cocks with a spreading grin. “You’re not going to keep running?”

Why couldn’t you just fucking die the first time?! Even if it was an awful death where you didn’t have time to prepare yourself or say goodbye to anyone, at least it would’ve been the end. At least you wouldn’t have to suffer.

But there’s no time to grieve. Or hate the new life you’ve been given. This is it. You have to keep going. You have to survive. By any means. You’re about to pick up a branch and uselessly wave it around at them, shout at them to stand back. Anything that you could do to save yourself—

“Who dares come onto my mountain?!”

There’s a deep timbre behind you. A husky voice that quivers the very core of the forest.

As if the wind has swept through, the trees and thicket rustle and it goes silent.

The men fall back onto their asses, some torches clattering to the ground. Their eyes have grown double in size, nearly falling from their sockets and their jaws have dropped to the dirt.

“I-It’s the nine-tailed fox!”

The man scrambles back.

“Demon!”

Another barely manages to get onto his feet. He turns around and lurches away while shrieking.

They all run. Scattering away as frantically as cockroaches when the light is flickered on.

From your spot on the ground, you turn around with wide eyes.

Amber irises meet your gawking and they practically glow in the darkness of the forest. He is dressed in a loose, white robe that’s draped over his frame, open to the middle of his chest. And over his honey hair, on the top of his head, his pointed golden ears twitch. By the torch fire still yet to die out, he is illuminated and his shadow is casted on the ground. The blazing flame warms his cold, sharp features.

He is the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. In both worlds you’ve lived in.

And you know who he is.

Taehyung. One of the love interests of the hero. A seductive, sly creature that eventually coaxes the hero into selling him his soul to grant one of his wishes. But Taehyung grows to become an obsessed character that wants to do nothing but monopolize and possess the hero for himself.

That same Taehyung approaches you with his lip curled as you teeter to your feet.

“Run away, girl.” He leans close. “Before I eat you.”

“Stop!”

On sheer instinct and adrenaline, you push him back. Your palm shoves against his firm chest.

Taehyung stumbles back with his eyes becoming rounded. He looks down to where you had made contact against his body. “Did...you just touch me?”

“What?”

Taehyung’s head darts upwards and he captures your wrist in his hand, squeezing tightly. He tugs you in and on your swollen ankle, you stumble into him. Bodies flush against one another. Your face pressed to his warm chest. His arm coming around your waist to break your fall.

He is aghast.

“You’re not from this world.” Taehyung’s yellow eyes swirl as they gaze into you. “Where did you come from?”

…

It’s been three days.

“Wed me,” he begs for the seventy sixth time.

You don’t know why you’re keeping a count.

“No.”

You’re hugging your knees for warmth. The rice paper-paneled doors are slid open and letting in the chilly air. He doesn’t seem to be affected by the cold, but you don’t look at him for long.

You turn into the corner of his home while sitting on the tatami floors as if you’re putting yourself into time out. But you’d like to say it’s your privacy corner. It’s as private as this abode, which was basically one room, could get.

Taehyung sighs in frustration, placing his hand on his forehead. His teeth grit. “You’re only making this harder for yourself.” Your silence angers him more. “You can never leave.”

You turn over your shoulder to glare. “Even if I married you, you’d never let me leave anyway.”

Taehyung narrows his eyes on you and then smirks. “You’re right. Wed or unwed, I won’t let you out of my sight. You should feel grateful, girl. You’re the best human I’ve ever treated.”

You quietly scoff.

Maybe you should feel scared. Maybe you should tread more lightly. After all, he’s not a character to be trifled with.

But you know he needs you. That alone gives you power.

As a beast, Taehyung’s been trapped on this mountain by priests for centuries. The only way he can be free is by feeding off of sexual energy and breaking the barrier. But of course, they also cursed him to be unable to touch any woman in this universe.

You aren’t from this universe.

You jolt when you realize that while you were lost in thought, Taehyung’s crawled closer. He has a foxy smile, amber eyes searching your expression. “Maybe….maybe I’ll grant you a bit of freedom if you would just give into the temptation and let me have a taste of you.”

As cold as he looks, he is beautiful. He is mischievous when he smirks and sly when he speaks. You are utterly spellbound as you look into his irises. And the temptation he speaks of flickers in the warmth of your belly.

But you turn away.

“I already said we only do that kind of thing after marriage. And I will only marry someone I love.”

Taehyung draws back with an unamused scoff. “What a prudish world you’re from.”

He wanted you the moment you were brought to this house. With the intensity of his stare and your captivated state, you had let him pin you to his floor and you liked it. But then clarity came and you blurted that such an act only happens after marriage. A lie just to buy time.

You didn’t expect for the hero to arrive at Taehyung’s house the next day. With his red hair and bronze armour, he had gotten lost in the forest and knocked on the door. Before you could limp over and answer it, Taehyung jumped off the roof and confronted him.

The guy was thrown off the mountain within five minutes.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. They were supposed to have a steamy rendezvous. Taehyung was supposed to get the sexual energy from him!

The story was going off the rails. And you’re not sure what you’re even buying time for anymore.

The both of you know it’s only a matter of time before you break and succumb to his mesmerizing seduction.

Taehyung is cruel, ruthless, obsessive.

But what’s the most bewitching thing about him is the jarring contrast of when he’s clumsy and nurturing. It’s what he regards as his own weakness. What he hides from others. But you felt your heart waver two nights ago when you were shaken awake in the middle of twilight. When you peeked open your eye to see him gingerly wrapping your swollen ankle with bandages.

He looked beautiful in the pale moonlight, ears, tails, sharp features softened—

“Ow!” You wince as he squeezes your ankle, right on your injury.

“You think too much in your head,” he says and looks at you. “What’s wrong?”

“It hurts.”

A sadistic smile tugs on Taehyung’s lips. He lets go, but only to lift your chin with his fingers. His plush lips are inches away, his breath warm on your skin and he gazes deep into you. “I won’t let you return to your world. I won’t let you run away. I won’t let anyone harm you.”

“You’re mine now.” Taehyung swears, “You’ll fall in love with me eventually.”

You gulp and he smirks.

The two of you know it’s only a matter of time.

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ladywaynebr · 4 years

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Love at Chance ❤️

Part 01 - My new Neighbor

Word Count: 1,264 k

Warnings: None, just an angry and very distracted woman.

Summary: If Chris Evans were my neighbor.

You are a young black lawyer, living in NY, who works hard. A true queen that any man would like to have at his side. But you don't have time for fuckboys or any nonsense they want these days. You are a woman aware of your worth and you know what you want. But you spend so much time in the office that you are out of the action in the world of movie stars. Until one literally knocked on your door.

Author’s Note: This is my first story in English, you will certainly notice. It took me a while to have the courage to write in another language, but here it is. I hope you like it and forgive any mistakes.

Thank you girls!

NOTE: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.

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My personal life is not as successful as the professional one, I haven't had a serious relationship in a few years. My mother complains that she wants grandchildren, I'm an only child. I tell her that not having a husband and children doesn't make me less of a woman. But I miss a company, especially on days like today, when everyone goes out to celebrate or just stays at home enjoying each other. Maybe finding someone and raising a family is not what fate has in store for me.

After the bath I prepared a special breakfast, with toast and scrambled eggs. I love to cook, whenever possible I invite some friends over for dinner. Something that has become rare, most of them are married, in a relationship or just moved to another city. I'm going to spend the day in a bathrobe, slippers and bun in my hair. Free from makeup or any other production, one of the advantages of living alone, I can spend the day naked if I wish. I went to the living room to pick up the newspaper, even on holidays it is delivered. Sitting on the couch, very comfortable and soft, I extended my foot and placed it on the table. As soon as I opened the first page I took a leap.

-Jesus! - I exclaimed in exasperation, the knock on my door almost knocked it over, thankfully I use triple locks. Throwing the newspaper on the floor, I walked furiously to the door.

- I will expel you from the building, rioters. - I screamed furiously.

Unlocking the locks, I opened the door, a large dent in a circular shape, peeled the white paint off the wood. I looked at the floor, looking for the object that caused the damage, I saw no sign. Going out into the hall, I saw that the door to the apartment next door was open. Walking slowly, I headed for the door. Putting my head inside, I peered at part of the entrance to the neighboring apartment. It's just like mine, with dark wooden floors and silver lamps. Taking a few more steps inside, I spotted moving boxes and suitcases. But nothing that would cause that damage, still driven by anger, I kept entering. In the living room I found a sofa, wrapped in plastic, maybe he is responsible for the damage. I decided to take a closer look, went down on the side in search of any trace of paint, but found nothing. Turning around, I repeated the gesture, this time I saw torn plastic and splinters of white paint.

- Vandals. - I spoke to the couch.

However, I didn't have time to get up. A thick, rough bark sounded from the kitchen. My heart raced, I crawled behind the couch and tried to find shelter. It didn't take long for the mass of caramel hair and exposed teeth to emerge. I hurriedly got up, trying to escape from the other side. The dog followed me barking loudly, startled, I ran across the hall, the animal followed. Running in a rush I entered the apartment, but I didn't have time to close the door. The dog invaded my living room, running towards me and jumping on me. I sat down, hitting my ass on the floor and my back on the wooden sideboard. The creature barked, however, wagging its tail. I stood motionless, fearing to frighten him and take a bite. I felt tears on my face, I was always very afraid of dogs, including the tiny ones.

- Dodger, get out! - Ordered the male voice.

The animal complied, lowering its tail and disappearing down the hall. I managed to breathe, I was shaking. Feet appeared in front of me, wearing sports shoes. I lifted my head to observe, in front of me is a tall, strong guy. Wearing black sports pants and gray T-shirt. He held out his hand to me. I refused at first, but it was difficult to get up with that pain throbbing in my back and ass. I ended up accepting it, the man pulled me easily, with those strong arms it's easy.

- Forgive my boy, he likes to make friends. - His voice is beautiful, like the smile he gave me. That accent, if I'm not mistaken, I sound like Boston.

- Your dog almost kill me. - I said irritated and sore. - Animals are not allowed in the condo.

- Actually they are, this is one of the reasons why we moved here.

He looked at me from head to toe, the worst day to choose to stay only in a bathrobe.

- Lie, I'm a lawyer, I'll make a point of reading the rules for you. - I tried to sit up, the pain was worse. He held back a laugh. - In fact, you destroyed my door with that sofa.

- I can fix it, and as a lawyer you should know what animals are allowed. - He used a harsh tone. - Wait, how do you know it was the sofa?

I dragged myself to the dining table, pulling up a chair, and I sat down with an effort.

- This is irrelevant. - I will not confess a crime, I invaded his house. - I just want my door fixed and that monster out of here.

- Girl, don't offend my dog, he's no monster. - He walked up to me. - Now, let me examine your back to eliminate the risk of injury.

I laughed hysterically and full of pain.

- You really think I'm going to let a stranger examine my body, you can only be crazy. - I looked for my cell phone, in my robe pocket, in case I needed to call the police.

- Despite the offenses, I just wanted to help. - His tone was sincere.

- Look, I think you better go, I don't want your help. - I found my phone. - Go back to your house and your mons ... dog.

- As you wish, but if I were you I would take an aspirin, so you will be able to sit without making faces. - He laughed and ran across the hall.

- You fool! - I screamed.

I have the slight feeling that I know him, but from where?

Chapter 02

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aghasexxy · 4 years

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BAD IDEA | PARK JINYOUNG pt. 1

Pairing: Reader x Park Jinyoung

Words: 1727

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Teasing/Foreplay

Summary: you get into a heated argument with your boyfriend of 3 years Im Jaebum. Afterwards, you go to confide in your best friend Jinyoung. One thing leads to another and, well, let’s just say that going to Jinyoung was a good idea. For all the wrong reasons.

I wipe my tears as I storm out of my home and out to my car. I try to catch my breath but I choke on my tears again. The front door swings open to reveal my very angry and very drunk boyfriend screaming at me to come back inside. “Oh here the fuck you go running away from the issue yet again,” he hiccups as he stumbles onto the patio. “Very classy y/n!” My blood boils and my head starts to spin. I look back towards the front door. “Fuck you JB! FUCK YOU!” I take in a shaky breath and get into the drivers side. I speed off down the street. In between sobs, I call to Siri. “C-call Jinyoung,” I demand as I rub my swollen eyes. “Calling Jinyoung,” she responds. My phone automatically connects to the Bluetooth in my car and my entire vehicle starts to ring. After the third ring, he answers the phone and I let out a relieved breath. “Yeah?,” he says groggily. “H-hey Jinyoung,” I squeeze my eyes shut as I try my best to keep my sobs at bay. “I-I need to c-come over right n-now.” He lets out an exhausted sigh. “The door is unlocked.” I let out a breath and continue down the street. I’m so incredibly grateful for Jinyoung. He’s JB’s bandmate and the only guy I’ve become best friends with. At times, I trust him more than I trust JB.

I pull into Jinyoung's driveway, wiping my tears away and replacing my sadness with anger. I lock my car door and storm inside. Closing the door behind me, I plop onto his couch face first. I scream into the pillow that softens my fall. “Nice to see you too y/n.” I look up and see Jinyoung in a black muscle tee and gray sweatpants. His hair is disheveled and he wipes the sleep from his eyes. I sigh. “I’m sorry I didn’t know you were sleeping.” He nods his head and gives a sarcastic grin. “Oh now you’re considerate of my time?” I sit up and scoot over so he can sit down next to me. I put my head on his shoulder and he sighs. “What happened this time?” I roll my eyes and inhale slowly. “I was on twitter and I saw a video going around of him out with Jackson and Bambam,” my eyes start to tear up again at the thought. Jinyoung shrugs. “And then?” I wipe my eyes. “And in the background, I saw him…,” I squeeze my eyes shut to stop the tears from falling. “I saw him kissing another girl and getting a lap dance from her,” my sobs became too powerful to hold back anymore and I just break down. I bury my face into Jinyoung's neck as he pulls me close to him. “I’m sorry y/n,” he starts to pet my head, calming me down second by second. “JB is an obnoxious drunk, especially when he goes out with Jackson and Bambam.” He pushes my hair behind my ear. I get up from the couch and start walking towards the kitchen. My hands meet the granite of the island as I try to calm myself down. “I don’t deserve this,” I say as I look at Jinyoung. “I give him my time, my patience, my understanding, my undying love and support,” I start to choke up again but I pull myself together. “but obviously it’s not enough for him.” Jinyoung gets up and comes over to me. He leans up against the counter next to me. “I’m sorry you feel like this Y/N.” He rubs my back slowly and softly as I try and pull myself together. “It has nothing to do with you. It’s him. Don’t blame yourself.” I smile and reach out to wrap my arms around Jinyoung neck. I pull him into me, his hands instinctively finding my waist. He hugs me tight, making me feel safe and secure. Jinyoung always knows what to do and say when I feel horrible. He never fails to comfort me when I need him. My mind stops wandering when I feel his hands hold onto my hips.

I pull back and look at him. His eyes are transfixed on me as if nothing else in the world exists. My heart starts to race. The way he’s touching me is insanely inappropriate, but I can’t help it. I love being touched by him. I move his hair out of his eyes so I can see them better. Resting my hands on his shoulders, ask him what's wrong. He snaps out of whatever trance he’s in. He shakes his head and runs his fingers through his hair. “Y/N…,” he looks back up at me. He scans my face with his big pretty brown eyes. “I'm sorry to do this but you need to go,” I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion and begin to speak when he shushes me. “Because I’m trying to be a good friend to both parties involved right now,” his hands slowly leave my hips. “If you don’t go, I’m going to do something I’m gonna regret later.” I raise an eyebrow and chuckle softly. “Yeah you’re right.” I start to lower my hands when he grabs them. I gasp and lock eyes with him. I swallow. “Jinyoung?” he wraps his arms around me again, pulling me close. My eyes widen and my palms get sweaty. Oh shit. I hate the way he’s looking at me because of how it’s making me feel in this moment. His face inches closer to mine and I lean back. “W-we shouldn’t…,” are the first words to come out of my mouth. He lifts his hand to my face. He cups my cheek while caressing my lips with his thumb. He looks at them, licking his lips. My stomach fills with butterflies and I’m unable to form a clear thought. “Yeah, you’re right,” he whispers, shooting his eyes back into mine.

I suck in a breath. He smirks, inching closer and closer until our lips meet for the very first time. I shut my eyes and the first thing I see are stars. Stars of every color. I see fireworks exploding and glitter falling down from the sky as bittersweet symphony plays quietly in the background. His lips are so incredibly perfect for mine. And just as it starts, it ends when his lips disappear. I open my eyes to see him just staring at me, smiling. “Did you just whimper?” He asks slyly. I cover my face in embarrassment, internally cursing myself. I feel his hands come up and peel my fingers from my face. “No no princess,” he kisses me again but with more confidence. He pushes his tongue into my mouth exploring every corner of it. I run my hands in his hair as I moan deeply into our heated kiss. I whimper again when he bites my lip and pulls away. “Don’t be shy baby,” he leans in, kissing the crevice of my neck. “If you like what I’m doing, make some noise for me, okay?” His hot breath tickles against my skin every time he whispers to me and I feel my knees growing weaker and weaker. God, this is so wrong. I shouldn’t be doing this with him. But I really really want to.

“I-I really d-don’t think we should b-be…,” he bites my shoulder and I yelp gripping his shoulders. “Jinyoung,” I whimper loudly. “Don’t do this to me please.” He kisses up my neck and stops at my ear. I shiver when he breathes into it. “Why Y/N?” He turns me around, my back against the granite. His lips make their way down my neck to my collar bones and between my breasts. My hands get lost in his hair as he leaves wet, sloppy kisses all over my chest. My eyes roll to the back of my head and I bite my lip to keep myself from becoming a moaning mess before him. I can’t believe I’m letting Jinyoung do this to me. His needy hands grab onto the hem of my shirt, pulling it down abruptly. I look down. His eyes are the size of saucers staring at my blue lace bra. He cups them both and gently squeezes. He moans to himself before kissing my breasts softly. My pussy starts to pound harder and harder with each passing second. He really does know how to tease a girl. How can someone be so gentle but so rough at the same time? I look down to see him looking up at me, smiling. “Your face is so red,” he snickers. I roll my eyes at him. “I wonder why.” He kneels before me, taking my pants to the floor along with him. His soft lips leave sweet, wet kisses across my thighs all the way down to my calves and feet. My breath stays caught in my throat as I watch him worship me, literally from head to toe. His hands make their way back up to my hips as he grips the hem of my panties. I stop him from pulling them down. He looks up at me, a worried expression on his face.

“What is it Y/N? Did I do something wrong?” I shake my head and avoid looking at him. I struggle to find my words. “N-no it’s just...well...JB...he...he never….um….,” I turn back to see Jinyoung’s grin slowly start to spread across his face. “Really?,” he says in a deep sexy tone that makes my knees turn to jello almost instantly. I nod slowly. Jinyoung kisses my left thigh once more. “Do you want me to?,” he asks, not breaking eye contact. I shiver at his intimidating gaze. The way he is looking at me in this moment has me at a complete loss for words. I’ve never seen such desire and want in a mans face before, let alone Jinyoung’s. I was so incredibly turned on that I didn’t know what to do. I bite my lip and nod my head. His hands grip my ass cheeks as he lifts me up off the floor and places me on the island. He kisses me with want and need before pulling away. “Good.”

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smileyoongle · 5 years

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MASTERPIECE (A Yandere Park Jimin AU)

So basically this is where everything really starts. I swear, the ending that I have planned for this is mind boggling. I'm still surprised with the plot that I've planned. But I can't exactly just jump to the end so let's take it slow.

Summary: You thought it was just a painting until you bought it. You thought the man in the frame was beautiful until you saw him. You thought it was a masterpiece until you were ruined.

Pairing: Yandere! Jimin×Reader, Taehyung×Reader

Warnings: Contains mentions of smut, deaths, blood, obsessive behaviour and mental health issues. Please read at your own risk.

You wiped your forehead and stepped down from the stool, a sigh of pride escaping your lips as you stared at the painting that was now hanging on your bedroom wall. It was sad that you had to take down the previous Helen Frankenthaler piece. But it's time was up. And no painting had made you so fascinated before.

"Did you take down that nursery school painting?" A voice invaded your ears, your lips stretching into a smile as you turned to the source of the sweet voice.

"Took you long enough to find me." You teased, opening your arms and hugging the older woman who had just entered your room. She chuckled and patted your back before ruffling your hair, her faint wrinkles making themselves visible as she smiled. You grinned at the mother-like lady who stood in front of you, who you lovingly called Nan. Since you moved into this house and away from your family, she had taken great care of you. She was originally the caretaker of the house and lived in a cottage nearby. But after you moved in, something clicked. Maybe it was because of the lack of affection from your mother and the absence of a daughter in Nan's life. In just a couple months, she was giving you the love that your family never gave you and you were beyond grateful for it.

"Says the girl who spent her entire day outside. And that too without eating any breakfast." She complained, giving you a playful glare. You shook your head and held her hand, pulling her in front of the new addition that you had made to your room.

"You can complain about it later but right now, I want you to tell me how you feel about this." You stated, nudging your head towards the painting.

Nan raised her eyebrows and you could tell that she was impressed. Now that was even more surprising. Nan literally didn't care about any of your paintings. Mostly, because she didn't see what you saw in them.

"Seems like you do have good taste, darling. He's a beauty." She said, staring at the painting for a second longer. You hummed in response and fixed your gaze at the swirls of paint on the canvas. You had to admit, even though the painting looked messy, it managed to look elegant. It was probably because of how good looking Park Jimin was but you had also seen your fair share of handsome men. Taehyung being one of them. And that's how you knew it wasn't just the pretty face, something about it was mysterious. You just didn't know what to assume. From the delicate frame to the faint patters of red that tainted the bottom of the canvas, you felt attracted to every inch of it. There was a story behind it. And you really wanted to know.

You gasped when you felt a slap on your shoulder, your eyes widening as you turned to Nan who was looking at you with narrowed eyes.

"Even though I know this is just a painting, let me just say that I won't approve if you fell for an imaginary man. And especially when you have an entire Kim Taehyung ready to sweep you off your feet." You rolled your eyes at her dramatic description. Sometimes, you swore that Nan was secretly running a fanclub for your and Taehyung's relationship. Even though she knew that you would never date him, she still tried. And you couldn't exactly blame her either, Taehyung was too charming.

"I won't fall for that man but I am definitely in love with that masterpiece." You said, walking out of your room and down the stairs. You heard her footsteps behind you as you entered the kitchen, your hand immediately going to the unopened bottle of merlot that rested on the table.

"Too much isn't good for you." Nan stated in disapproval but you just shrugged, grabbing a wine glass to pour your treat for the night.

You saw Nan shaking her head in your peripheral vision as you took the first sip of your red velvety liquid.

"Oh and your father called. He was asking if you were gonna go visit during Christmas."

Your jaw immediately clenched, the red wine suddenly tasting bitter to you.

"What did you say?" You asked calmly. You didn't wanna lash out on Nan, she did nothing but worry about you.

But you couldn't say the same for your family.

Nan could sense the anger radiating off of you. She knew better than to mention your family but it was important in order to break your walls.

"I told them I'll talk to you about it." She answered, looking at you with concern filled eyes.

You glanced at her, your fingers clenching around the glass in your hand. If you applied a little more pressure, it would surely break.

Nan opened her mouth to say something but you stopped her.

"I feel good today, Nan. It's probably the first time in months, so how about we just drop this and order pizza. I'm starving." You gave her a tight smile, breathing deeply to calm yourself down.

Nan nodded in understanding, tucking a strand of gray hair behind her ear as she smiled at you. In all her years living with you, Nan knew that it was important for you to be happy. Your happiness meant that you were getting better and your therapy sessions were getting shorter. It really broke her heart to watch you get lost in your own thoughts. Bad thoughts, to be precise.

All because of something that happened years ago.

You headed upstairs in search of your phone, tipping your head back to gulp down all the liquid in your glass. The floor where your bedroom was located, was eerily dark and quiet. But what else could you expect? It was only you and Nan in the house.

Even though you should have been used to it by now, you couldn't help but shiver. It was weird.

You switched on the lights in your room, skipping towards your bed where your phone lay. You plopped down on the soft mattress and grabbed your phone, dialing in your favourite pizza place's number.

You inhaled deeply as the phone rang, signalling that your call was going through. And as soon as the receiver picked up, you felt it.

Hot breath fanning the back of your neck, shallow sounds of someone's breathing filling your ear. Your heart stopped, your body feeling the presence of another being right behind you. It was too real to be just your mind playing tricks.

It could be Nan.

"Y/N, I'm going to the cottage for a minute. I'll be back."

Your eyes widened when you heard her voice from downstairs, followed by the slamming of a door.

It wasn't her.

"Hello? Ma'am, are you there?" The pizza person asked, his voice growing bored with the lack of response. Goosebumps rose on your skin when a low hiss came from behind you. There was definitely someone standing there. You clenched your fingers around your phone, bringing it away from your ear as you gulped. Your heart was pounding so hard that you thought it was gonna jump out of your chest.

With a shaky breath, you slowly turned around, your eyes closing in fear of seeing something you didn't wanna see. Another gush of air fanned your face, your eyes shooting open only to meet his.

Brown eyes stared into yours with as much stillness as a rock possessed. You placed a hand on your chest and sighed loudly.

"Fucking hell." You cursed, glancing at the painting that had startled you. You shook your head and laughed at yourself. There was nobody. It was just your mind. Or the fact you had merlot running through your veins.

You narrowed your eyes and held your empty wine glass, bringing it closer to your face. You tilted your head as if to examine it. As if there was something wrong with it.

"I haven't even had too much yet." You mumbled before letting out a frustrated hiss and standing up from your bed. You grabbed your phone again, dialing the pizza place's number again as you exited the room. You definitely needed a break.

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The noise from the TV fell deaf to your ears as you slept on the couch. The empty pizza boxes were scattered around the huge living room, an empty bottle of merlot sitting just below the couch. Your mouth was slightly parted and your hair was all over your face. Nan had already left for the night, the comfort of her own cottage inviting her back home. It was 3AM when the soft footsteps echoed through the staircase, the TV screen suddenly going black. Your chest rose and fell rhythmically, your peaceful state making him more and more curious.

Fingers trailed over your cheek, brushing away some of your hair from your face. You unconsciously shivered and whined, turning away to lay on your side with your cheek pressed against the soft material of the couch. A low chuckle made you frown in your sleepy state. You were awake only for a second before your body screamed at you to just ignore it and go back to sleep. And so you did.

Nothing woke you up after that. Not even the feeling of his breath on your face. Not even the feeling of his lips next to your ears. Not even his voice.

"Such a pretty little thing. I can't wait to ruin you."

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"Y/N, wake up! You have an appointment today."

You groaned and covered your face, whining as the covers were pulled off of you. You flailed your hands in an attempt to grab them again but Nan knew you. And she had already tossed the blanket on the floor.

"Sleepy head, wake up. We're gonna be late. I told you not to drink that entire bottle. I might have to take Taehyung up on his offer of banning the winery from sending you more." Her voice caused your head to throb. You winced and held your head, shoving your face into your pillow.

Pillow…

Blanket...

Realisation hit you like a huge tsunami, your eyes shooting open as you jolted awake. You frantically looked around, scoffing in disbelief as your bedroom came into view.

What the fuck?

Nan frowned and stared at you with concern, her hands halting their movements immediately.

"Are you alright?" She asked, placing a hand on your shoulder. You blinked twice and ran your fingers through your hair.

"Did-did I sleep here?" You asked, glancing at Nan whose eyes were still fixed on you. She nodded in confusion, not understanding the cause of your dilemma at all.

"You were sleeping here when I came in. Why? Something wrong?" She enquired, narrowing her eyes at you. You clenched your eyes shut and hissed, falling back into the soft sheets.

"I don't remember sleeping here... I'm probably just hungover." You stated, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You heard Nan tsk in disapproval.

You obviously lied. You had been drinking for years now and you definitely knew when you were hungover. You clearly recalled falling asleep on the couch. So how did you end up here?

"I don't know about you but I'm definitely telling Dr Kim about your little drinking sessions." Said a voice from the doorway. Once again, you sat up in bed with immediate effect. Your eyes meeting his beautiful brown ones, his lips stretching into a fond smile as you frowned at him.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Taehyung shrugged and plopped down on your bed, waving fondly at Nan as he turned his attention back to you.

"I took a day off. Work's getting overwhelming." He replied nonchalantly. His fingers picked at your silk sheets, a habit of his whenever he was lying. You narrowed your eyes at him and crossed your arms.

Your glare made him roll his eyes as he raised his hands in defence.

"Fine. I was worried about you and Nan called me just in case you decide to cancel your appointment like last week."

Your eyes turned to Nan for an explanation. But she seemed unaffected by your gaze. She was pretty used to it. At her lack of response, you sighed and looked at Taehyung.

"Why were you worried? And also, I cancelled my appointment last week because I don't think I need therapy anymore. I'm completely okay now." You said, gesturing to yourself. Taehyung and Nan glanced at each other before looking at you with pursed lips. You gave them a confused look, raising your eyebrows in question.

Taehyung cleared his throat and sat up, shifting closer to you and tucking your hair behind your ear. You leaned into his touch, unknowingly. His warm hands providing you relief from your headache. He smiled softly, caressing your cheek before leaning forward.

"You called me last night, my love." He stated, tilting his head and looking at you with worrisome eyes. You frowned and shook your head.

"No I didn't…"

"I have the call log. You called me at around 3 in the morning." He interrupted you, making you shake your head even more furiously. Noticing your panic, Taehyung cupped your cheeks and hushed you.

"What did I say?" You questioned, your heart pounding in fear of an answer you didn't wanna hear. Taehyung's eyes turned to Nan who was watching you with sympathetic eyes. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to tell you this, but he knew that he'd calm you down in case you happened to have a breakdown.

"You were crying for help. And you were repeatedly saying that he was gonna kill you…"

Your stomach churned and you yanked yourself away from Taehyung, your feet harshly hitting the wooden floor as you rushed to the bathroom. You threw the toilet lid open and fell to your knees, emptying all the contents of your stomach. Nan followed you and held your hair back, rubbing your back until you were done.

After you composed yourself, you stood up with shaky legs and rinsed your mouth before splashing your face with cold water.

Your eyes met your own in the mirror, your mind hating the way you were showing pity for your own self. It had been months since you last had an attack related to the bitter memory that was engraved in your mind. You really thought you were getting better.

You were so wrong.

After a minute of self loathing, you went back to your bedroom, leaning against your closet as you stared at the floor. Taehyung stood with his back to you, his eyes dancing over the man who now resided in front of your bed. Nan was gone, leaving you alone with your handsome best friend.

You really appreciated the presence of these two people in your life, seeing as how others had proved themselves unworthy of your attention.

"Do you think I'll ever get out of it?" You asked in a hushed tone, Taehyung's head turning to face you. He gave you a soft smile before walking towards you. He gently placed a finger under your chin and lifted your head up.

"You're Y/N Y/L/N. You'll always find a way." He stated before kissing your forehead. At times like these, you questioned your feelings for Taehyung. Your heart fluttered but you hushed it down. You hated him for being so good to you. But you also didn't wanna let him go.

Selfish was the only way to describe you.

"Also, should I be worried?" Taehyung asked, eyeing the painting suspiciously as you hummed.

Jimin's eyes stared back at you, making you shiver slightly. Sometimes, you wondered if paintings ever came to life.

Like toy story.

Or night at the museum.

The thought made you giddy and excited. With a firm look at your new favourite masterpiece, you mumbled under your breath and Taehyung's eyes turned to you with a playful glare.

"Maybe…"

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casperkahlo · 5 years

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You know what? I don't want to do this anymore. I feel like I'm at the end of my rope. My grandpa is in prison, my Nana is on bail and my aunt and my mom have lawyered up because they just found out they're illegal citizens (along with both grandparents). I'm going back to Texas where a good chunk of my trauma took place. I'm terrified. The lies and manipulation are already beginning again. My Nana has been screaming at me. I had a meltdown yesterday and just fell the floor shaking and crying. I miss my grandpa so much. My heart is broken. I got stranded by my ex with a box of my stuff only for her to choose her parents over me and then spread lies about me being manipulative and abusive. I'm just...I'm tired. I'm so tired. I don't know if I want to live anymore. I'm sick of my life being controlled and I'm stepping right back into the same environment I grew up in where my whole family treats me like an eyesore and as if I'm a second class citizen. I feel like a burden on everyone. I just want this to be over. And the one person I just want to hug and hold is in prison. I'm going to visit him tomorrow but my whole family has told me I can't cry around him. But I can't lie. It's not physically in me to lie. And I don't know what to say. My life is not Sunshine's and rainbows right now. It's a gray sky with a chance of thunderstorms. I'm so scared I'm going to get trapped in Texas by family. They are going to manipulate me and turn my brain to mush. I'm going to be made to feel as if I am not smart, not beautiful, and just some weird queer black sheep. I'll be in an environment that isn't safe to be gay. And I'm the gayest bitch alive. And I'm terrified. My ex used to let me carry her knife around so my first plan is to get weapon of some sorts bc otherwise I'll be vulnerable. Im going to try and talk to my friends out here everyday. My heart is in California. Literally AND figuratively. My heart is with my grandpa. And if he's here, I want to be here too. I don't want to abandon him. I feel like I'm just losing people left and right. I just want my family to be whole again. For us to have Christmases like we used to before shit hit the fan. For my siblings to be young and innocent instead of growing up and becoming tainted and sickly. I feel trapped. So goddamn trapped. And I'm leaving the family I chose for myself behind here and I feel like I don't have another choice. I don't trust my real family. That's the blunt truth. I love them but I don't trust them. I thought I could trust my ex but she's proven me wrong. The only people I trust are the people at my church who I know from their stories they've told me have been in similiar situations. I know I'll probably end up having to be homeless for a time. And I think I'm okay with that. I'd rather be homeless than go back home. But on that same note, I need my friends more than ever right now. I need my best friend. My dog. My siblings. My mom. In spite of her actions towards me in the past. I need my mom and dad to hold me and stroke my hair and just let me be sad in their arms. I'm terrified that this is going to break my family. My Nana has started slipping up and calling my by mom's name. Shes mixing up reality and her daydreams and I'm worried sick. A part of me wishes I could just drive slowly off to sleep and never wake up because my life feels like a nightmare right now. I'm in so much physical and mental pain. Because of the stress, I threw my shoulder out AGAIN so I can barely do anything. I'm gonna end having to go on disability at least temporarily. My aunt told me tonight to call her when I start feeling down. I know so many people who are rooting for me and i know I can get through this but I just want a break. Im tired. I may check myself into the hospital when I get back. My mom and Nana already threatened to take me anyways so I might as well just do it for them and then I can leave when I want bc it will be voluntary. I'm just so fucking lost right now. My life has been shattered into a million pieces. I just need to be held. Please.

#depression #sad #empty #tired #anxiety #queer #gay #unhappy #hurting #pain #trauma #toxic #family #chronic pain #chronic illness #chronic injury #inflammation #God #christian #lgbtqia #lgbt #love

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dong-hyucks · 7 years

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Hello, may I please request an imagine for nct dream Chenle with an evil-Peter Pan au if that makes sense? If it doesn't then just do a normal Peter Pan thing, after all I do want you to enjoy writing this. I don't mind if he's a lost boy or Pan himself. As for the gender I'm She/Her but it's fine if you don't want to use those. Thank you and take your time I'm patient and will happily wait until 2076 if that's the time you need. Lots of love a girl that loves your writing.❤️💘🥀

The Lost Boy ; Chenle

Characters: Chenle / Reader / ft. NCTGenre: Peter Pan!AU, adventure, suspense, fluff, angst (happy ending)Warning: implications of death and a rough home life, slight swearingA/N: dEDICATED TO THE SOFTEST CHOONLOO STAN TO EVER WALK THE EARTH; @chenlays HAPPY EARLY BDAY SAM ILY

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“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”- Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

1902, London

The streets were cold, empty. Dank cobblestone clip-clopped under your scuffed and water-ridden shoes. Your arms, uncovered and unprotected from the cold, were covered with goosebumps, little hairs standing up in response to the sheer coldness of the night. In the distance, you could see the large clock tower. The building was rundown, as was practically every other building in town. The clock chimed and chimed, you could almost see the rickety building tremble with each vibration, alerting you and the townspeople of the hour. You swallowed thickly. Hairs on the back of your neck stood rigid, not from the gelid air that surrounded you, imprisoned you in its freezing hands, taking you as it’s prisoner. No, the hairs that stood, your knees that shook, your breath that caught; they all did so out of fear.

You were late. Five minutes late, to be exact.

There was a sudden, muffled thud. You stopped, quickly moving to hide behind a nearby building. A man, a man you recognized as Mr Percy from two roads down, exited your home as he fixed the collar of his trenchcoat. He looked around as if to see if anyone had seen him, before quietly sneaking off into the darkness. It wasn’t long before his form disappeared into the dark fog that always followed London’s nightfall.

Your doorstep drew near, and you dreaded each step closer you took. You could practically hear your adoptive mother, Madam Iva, screaming– her voice raspy from yelling so vehemently. Her eyes were what scared you the most, the beady, coal black pairs of eyes that would stare you down as if you were prey. They’d narrow as she screeched, her irises almost disappearing under her wrinkled eyelids. She was always like that. A hawk compressed into human form. Watching. Always watching.

In fact, you could see her now, glaring down at you from her bedroom window. Chills ran up and down your spine as your hand clasped around the doorknob and twisted. You waited patiently, patiently yet with an immense amount of fear, at the door. As if on cue, her heavy footsteps came stomping down the creaky wooden staircase. You had to remind yourself to replace the wood tomorrow.

Soon enough, her face, red with anger and vexation, came into view. Her puffy cheeks and dropped eyelids obscured her eyes in an ever so familiar way. As she made her way down the stairs two at a time, loud thuds sounded within the household. With each step, the ruffles on her evening gown fluttered slightly due to the astounding strength she used with each step. The only thing on her body that remained still was the bun atop her head, her hair tightly twisted and tied in such a way that made her eyebrows arch upwards.

“You!” she sputtered, her eyebrows knit together as she jabbed a stout finger in your direction. “Do you know how late it is?” Her tone demanded answers, and you could tell she wouldn’t like yours.

“I was only–”

“I don’t want to hear any excuses coming from you! This is the fifth time this month you’ve come home late, you ungrateful brat.” With each sentence, she took another massive step toward you. “Who do you think you are? I work day and night working so you can have a good life and this is how you repay me? Staying out late when you have a reasonable curfew? I bet you were messing around with those disgusting groupies of yours.”

You frowned a frown that almost mirrored her own. “Madam, my friends aren’t groupies, but I really didn’t–”

She took a quick step toward you, raising her arm in a feinted swing. You flinched, backing into the door as you shut your eyes tightly. Eyeing your trembling form, Madam Iva scoffed. She relaxed her arm for a moment, crossing them as she looked down on you. “Insolent, weak child,” she spat, turning on her heel. “I should’ve left you to die on the streets when I had the chance.” And with that, she walked back up the stairs, this time her steps softer as she attempted to walk in a ladylike manner – though, to you she still looked as much of a cross elephant in a dress as she did before.

You stood in the foyer, waiting to hear the noise of Madam Iva’s door clicking as it locked. When you did, you made your way up the stairs as quietly as you could. Today, you were lucky. Madam Iva stuck to using words and didn’t go any further. Perhaps she was too tuckered out to do much, you had seen Mr Percy leave just before after all.

When you got to your room, Ms Lula was gathering her things. You quietly greeted the cleaning lady, ignoring her presence as she made her way out into the hallway. After she left, closing the door behind her, you collapsed onto your rock-hard mattress. “I hate this,” you mumbled tiredly into your pillow. Though you were used to Madam Iva’s discourteous behaviour, you absolutely detested being on the receiving end of it all. You always had to watch as she pretended to be the perfect mother in front of others, though she was everything but.

Turning onto your back, you stared up at the cracked ceiling. Your room was always cold– there was a hole in the corner of your ceiling, one that let in all of the frigid air, rain, snow, and just about every mouse that required shelter in the winter. Madam Iva was always too cheap to pay for a repairman’s work.

As you stared, your eyes tracing each imperfection, you wondered. You wondered what you had done to deserve such a life. You always saw other kids your age getting along well with their mothers, their fathers, their sisters, their brothers. Though they still lived under the poverty that everyone in the area suffered through, their lives seemed perfect to you. You, on the other hand, were a reject sob story. You were left in the streets by your parents at birth, almost experiencing hypothermia in the coolness of the city. Madam Iva’s late husband, Mr Howard, was the one to suggest taking you in after finding your basket. After his death, your life spiralled into hell.

Hot tears burned your eyes, tears that you wiped away roughly. You weren’t one for tears. They didn’t fix anything. Shaking your head, you took out the pillow from beneath your head and covered your face, pressing it into your skin gently as to allow yourself to breathe.

“Poor, poor child. Living a life of such hostility.”

You jumped, throwing the pillow in the direction you thought you heard the voice from. You looked over, watching as the pillow thumped against the wall. “Too slow,” the voice whispered into your ear. Scrambling off of your bed, you held a hand against your mouth. If you screamed, you’d be in more trouble by Madam Iva– something you would rather not face. Once your eyes landed on the figure in your room, you let out a gasp.

A male, perhaps in his early 20s, was standing in your room. Rather– he was floating in your room. Your eyes quickly darted from the space between his dark gray slippers and your splintered wooden floor to his face, one with sharp features. He stared back in amusement, leaning back on some invisible surface as he raised a brow at you. You noticed something glittering, something glowing right above the fabric of his shirt, one that matched his slippers.

You shut your eyes, smacking your cheeks lightly. “Wake up, [Y/N]. You’re having too weird of a dream–”

“A dream? Is that what you think I am?”

You yelped, hastily grabbing the nearest object and holding it before you. The man snorted at the sight of your outstretched arm. You were tightly grasping onto a stuffed bear, it’s fur visible in the spaces between your clenched fingers. He raised his arms in mock defense, smirking over at you as he floated toward you. “I’m so scared,” he drawled, sarcasm heavily evident. You glared.

“Who are you and what’re you doing in my room?” You paused. “How are you floating?”

The man paused mere metres in front of you, floating about a foot off of the ground. “I am Pan,” he greeted nonchalantly. “You can call me Taeyong.” He tipped the front of his black cap, your eyes travelling to the red feather that came from it. His attire reminded you of some old fairytale you had heard before, one that told the tale of three siblings who travelled to a faraway land. “And you are?”

“[Y/F/N]. That doesn’t answer all of my questions, Taeyong.”

“Impatient little thing, you are.” He clicked his tongue before twirling in the air, quite literally, staring at you upside down. You noticed the glowing, glittering something once again, this time below his hat. Is that, you thought, what’s keeping his hat from falling? “I was bored, your window was unlocked, so here I am.” He glanced over to your window, “You should lock that, by the way. Wouldn’t want some weird stranger coming in during the night, now would you?”

“… Right.”

Taeyong moved forward, though he kept his feet pointing upward. “Your mother,” he began, “is very rude.”

“Tell me about it.”

“I was trying to sleep up here, and there she went running down the stairs as though she was racing for gold.” He rolled his eyes. “Her little toy was annoying too. Wouldn’t stay quiet while he was here.” Before he could continue, you quickly shushed the flying male, not wanting to hear any more. Pushing your hand away, Taeyong sent a smirk your way, turning in the air to land on his feet. “I have an offer you can’t possibly refuse,” he sang, clasping his hands together behind his back as he moved away.

You stayed quiet, still feeling incredibly distrustful of the seemingly magical man. You shook your head, the thought of this all being a dream still very liable. Taeyong, noticing your doubtfulness, chuckled. “Then, I guess you don’t want to escape from here.” You looked up at his words, your eyebrows coming together. You could feel your hands getting clammy, your interest piqued. You would give anything to leave, to escape. He chuckled, the noise as deep as his voice. “Would you be willing to fly away with me?”

As if on cue, he began to float up toward your ceiling. You backed into your dresser, your legs shaking. “I can’t fly,” you prompted. “Not sure how you think I can go about that.”

Taeyong laughed, bending over as he held his stomach,as if you had just said the greatest joke known to man. You glanced at your door, an image of Madam Iva bursting in, as red as a baboon’s behind, and you shuddered. Turning to Taeyong, you brought a finger to your mouth in your silent way of telling him to be quiet. “Of course you can’t fly,” he said with the wave of his hands. “You need a little something to assist you.” He then grabbed at the air. You frowned in confusion. Hovering over to you, Taeyong held his hand above your head before shaking it as if he were adding salt to a dish. “All you need is a little pixie dust,” he smiled.

“Now, fly!”

You rolled your eyes, stepping away from the madman. “Taeyong, whoever you are, I can’t fly.” You looked down at his floating feet. “I’m not sure how you’re doing it, but whatever it is, I can’t.”

Taeyong groaned, moving in front of you. “No, you can’t, not with that attitude. You need to believe! You need to want.” He looked at you as if he were urging you to try. You sighed. “Just close your eyes and wish to fly.”

This is just a dream, you told yourself, what’s the worse that can happen?

As if to just humour him, you closed his eyes. I wish to fly.

Nothing happened. You opened your eyes, deadpanning at Taeyong. He groaned yet again, flying over to shake your shoulders. “You aren’t trying enough! I can barely feel your energy and I’m just over here. Try again.” You leaned back. His tone no longer sounded kind nor boyish; but demanding. He must’ve noticed your sudden change in demeanour, because he smiled nervously, moving away. “Just,” he tried again, this time with a gentler tone, “try.”

Not wanting to anger him, you closed your eyes tightly. I wish to fly. I want to fly.

You kept your eyes closed, not wanting to open them to Taeyong’s annoyed expression. To your surprise, he started clapping. “You’re doing it!” Opening your eyes, you looked down. True to his word, you were no longer on the floor. Your legs shook as you got higher, your inexperience blatantly obvious.

“So,” Taeyong grinned boyishly as he turned to face you. He held out his hand as he jumped onto the sill of your window. “[Y/F/N], do you trust me?”

You looked down at his outstretched hand. You glanced at the door again, before your eyes darted to your floating legs. Slowly, you took his hand.

Taeyong’s grin widened to the point where it was almost devilish. “Then!” he exclaimed, taking an alarming step out your window. “Off to Foreverland we go!”

Foreverland? “Wait, Taeyong–”

Suddenly, he shot himself and, by extension, you into the night sky with the push of his leg. You almost forget that you were just floating, a scream ripping from your throat as you watched the ground get farther and farther away. Taeyong glanced over at you, “Come on, [Y/N], relax! Believe.” You glared up at him, your eyes watering from the wind. Believe– the word was starting to sound annoying coming from him.

Once you were very high off the ground, to the point where fog heavily obscured your view of the old buildings below, Taeyong stopped midair. To your luck, you didn’t plummet to the earth when he let go of your hands, but instead, you remained afloat. “What’re–”

Taeyong shushed you, his hand going moving to a small sack that was attached to his waist belt. You watched curiously as he took out something minute. It looked like a simple fountain pen, one like the ones you used regularly whenever Madam Iva had you create a list and go to the market. Suddenly, he began moving his arm in an oval, one almost as long as the length of his own body. “What are you doing?” you questioned, tilting your head in confusion. Before he could even answer, the oval he had drawn in the air became something else. It was as if he had cut a shape into the sky. You gazed through in astonishment, looking down at an island that was just as far as the city was.

Without warning, Taeyong pushed you in.

“Welcome to Foreverland!” You heard his voice bellow from above. You could barely stabilize yourself, nowhere near experienced in ‘flying’. Taeyong raced passed you, moving in a much more comfortable and smooth manner. Your heart raced as you looked down at the almost pitch black ocean down below. As you neared the island, Foreverland as Taeyong had called it, something struck you. A searing pain erupted from your shoulder, shooting down into the nerves of your arm and more. You let out a yell and suddenly you were falling. Whatever magic Taeyong had used on you seemed to leave you as you got closer and closer to the sea. You turned midair, looking up at the sky in hopes of finding Taeyong. You could barely see the fletching of an arrow within your quickly fading vision.

The last thing you saw before you hit the harsh surface of the freezing water was Taeyong as he watched you.

Was that a smile you saw etched onto his features?

A boy clad in ripped and dirty clothing smiled happily as he gathered fruit from the highest of the trees. Down below, he could hear his friends singing to themselves in harmony, their voices soothing to the ears. The boy hummed along to the familiar tune, his head bobbing slightly as he picked one last mango. Content with his pick, he slowly made his way down the tree trunk. He passed his youngest friend, the only friend younger than him, and jokingly pushed himself off of the trunk to nudge him gently. The vines he had tied to his waist kept him up as he manoeuvred around the tree. “Chenle,” his friend poked, softly throwing a small mango at him. “You picked them all up there?”

Chenle grinned with a nod, easily catching the thrown mango. “Slowpoke,” he teased, sticking out his tongue as he continued his descent. The voices got louder as he reached the ground, his bare feet landing upon the damp dirt. As they picked berries from bushes, Renjun, Jeno, and Donghyuck were singing the same song they always sang together – a song of loss and acceptance – the song of the Lost Boys. As he neared them, Chenle even joined in, dropping his mangoes into the large basket in which numerous other fruits were contained.

Jeno looked up from his bush, inspecting the basket. It was almost full, which meant they had to go back to the house soon. “Last batch,” he called loudly, loud enough for Jisung in the trees to hear.

It wasn’t long before the humongous basket was filled to the brim with a variety of fruit– mangoes, oranges, apples, strawberries, blueberries. Mark, the oldest of the six, came out from the thick vegetation with two wooden buckets, each filled with water. “Are we ready to head back?” he asked, carefully placing the buckets on the ground. When the five boys nodded, Mark moved to help the older of the few while Jisung took hold of the buckets.

Then, the six began their trek down the path to the house in the trees. The older members noticed how much harder it was to hold the basket with only five people, as it was big enough to hold each of them with extra space. Chenle glanced over at the gap between Donghyuck and Jeno, where another boy had once stood. Similarly, there was another space between Mark and himself.

They didn’t make it far before the familiar sound tinkling of bells invaded their ears. Jisung stopped and the boys put the basket down, happy to take a break. “Yuta?” Renjun called, looking around for the little faerie. Before long, they all spotted the tiny faerie, a faerie only visible to beings of Foreverland.

Yuta didn’t even bother greeting the group, instead heading straight to Chenle and landing on the set of arrows that hung across his back. “You need to shoot a predator,” he told the boy, his voice urgent despite being small. “A killer bird is after Taeyong, you need to shoot it once they get back.”

Chenle frowned, his hand involuntarily going to the bow at his waist. He didn’t like shooting at animals. Yuta knew this, but he also knew that the others couldn’t aim as well as he could even if their lives depended on it. “If you don’t do it,” Yuta started, narrowing his eyes, “you know how Taeyong will react if you let him get hurt.”

Chenle flinched. Nodding, he quietly agreed to shoot the killer bird. At his submission, Yuta grinned. “Good. I’m glad we don’t have any conflict here.” The faerie glanced down at the basket. “Now hurry up. He’ll be back within the hour, and he’ll want those fruits home by the time he is.” With that, he flitted away, the only sign of him being the trail of dark blue faerie dust he left behind.

Donghyuck lent the younger male a small smile, patting him on the shoulder gently as if he were saying it’s okay. Chenle merely returned the smile before moving to his position around the basket. Getting the hint, everyone aside from Jisung went to their past positions and heaved the basket up into their arms. They kept moving.

Luckily for them, the fruit trees weren’t too far from their treehouse. The only struggle was bringing them all up into Taeyong’s room. They had built a contraption using buckets and rope and despite the convenience, the operation was a strain on their muscles. “First batch ready,” Mark called to Chenle and Donghyuck, who stood at Taeyong’s window. They nodded, simultaneously reaching out to pull the rope that brought up the buckets of fruit. Below, the boys helped.

“This,” Donghyuck huffed, “is a lot harder without Jaemin and Hansol–”

“Chenle!”

The boys flinched at the sudden voice, almost letting go of the rope. Yuta impatiently jumped on Chenle’s shoulder, though to Chenle it felt like a mere tap. “Taeyong’s back and the bird is with him!”

After Donghyuck took hold of the rope, Chenle took out his bow and arrows. His eyes searched the darkening sky, looking for Taeyong and the killer bird. Soon, Donghyuck pointed toward the Treasure Cove. “There!” Chenle looked over, and sure enough, Taeyong was flying away from another flying figure, though whatever it was wasn’t clear.

Yuta tugged on Chenle’s ear, noticing the way his arms tensed in hesitation. “Shoot, Chenle!”

Feeling pressured, Chenle held up the bow and aimed. Within seconds, an arrow was fired.

Taeyong chuckled, watching as the water began to grow flat, the ripples that had followed your fall dispersing. He looked into the distance and saw the treehouse. He could just barely make an outline of two of the Lost Boys. He mentally commended them before heading toward them.

As he neared, he pulled a straight face. He gracefully landed on the balcony of the treehouse. Yuta came to him quickly, landing on his shoulder with ease. “Good job,” he whispered to the faerie. Yuta’s bells sounded quietly, only loud enough for him to hear.

He walked into his own room, watching as Chenle and Donghyuck pulled up another bucket of fruit. “Thank you for shooting down that bird,” he acknowledged, though his town sounded anything but grateful. He looked down at the growing pile of fruit. “That’s enough,” he commanded. “Get out and bring the rest to your rooms.”

“Yes, sir.”

The two scrambled out of the room, and climbed down the ladder to the rest of the Lost Boys. Mark quickly told the two to head up to the shared room, glancing up nervously at Taeyong’s room. They didn’t argue, climbing up without a word.

Night came quickly, the orange light of the sun soon disappearing as navy blue bled into its colourful hues and, eventually, taking over the sky completely. The Lost Boys lay in their beds, too afraid to make a noise. Yuta always flew around at night and if they were too loud he would most definitely tell Taeyong.

Chenle went to bed that night wearing a frown. He felt like a mere fish swimming in a sea full of bloodthirsty sharks. He always did. Shifting under his thin blanket, he stared across the room. The two empty beds made him feel uneasy.

The next time you awoke, you were warm. It was an almost unfamiliar feeling– you could barely remember the last time you felt so cozy. Light flooded into the area mercilessly, too bright for your dazed being. Once your eyes adjusted, you realized you have washed ashore, lying on a bed of dead grass. You were so far away from the sealine, however, that it was as if you had been placed there.

Upon further investigation, perhaps you were.

Barely a foot away from you, you found a silver ring. It hadn’t been affected by the water as it was still shining brightly without a single bit of rust, so you assumed it had been dropped recently. That wasn’t the only sign that someone had been near you, as there were footsteps all around you, each unique footprint stamped into the sand. However, not a person who could’ve left those behind was in sight.

You moved to get up, only to gasp out in pain. Your shoulder was still sensitive from your injury. Glancing at it, you notice how it was wrapped with ripped cloth, a poultice of seaweed just barely peeking out from beneath. Whoever had brought you to shore had taken care of you, delicately so.

Staying flat on the ground, you moved your head to look around. You had no idea what to do. Panic began to bubble from within your soul, making your breathing heavy as you realized how severe your situation was. It would sound insane to anyone else– saying you were taken to ‘Foreverland’ by a magical being and then shot by an arrow? No one would believe you if you lived to tell the tale.

That is, if you could even get back home.

This time, you moved slowly, picking yourself up off of the ground with such care it was as if you were holding a newborn. The entirety of your upper left body was sore, but you tried to ignore as you trodden slowly around the thick vegetation. You kept close enough to the trees that no one would be able to spot you if they were up above, like Taeyong, but far enough from the forest itself to see sunlight. Your eyes darted back and forth from one point to another, wary of your surroundings.

Your, now, bare feet felt odd against the soft sand and the damp feeling of your clothes was plain uncomfortable. In fact, everything about Foreverland was making you feel insatiably antsy. It was quiet– too quiet. You had only been near the sea once, but you could only remember noise, the loud rush of water as it pounded against the white sand, the whispers of the wind as it passed by, the lovely voices of birds as they flitted across the sky. But here, it was deadly silent. You could only hear a high pitched ringing in your ear, though that wasn’t unusual.

Without realizing, you stepped on a branch.

In a split second, there was shuffling. You could see the movement of bushes as something small ran past them, toward you. Your heart began to race, your feet subconsciously bringing you away from the treeline. Suddenly, something jumped out at you and landed on your chest, bringing you flat against the sand once again. The fall brought another shock of pain up and down your arm, making you cry out in agony. It took you a moment to realize what had jumped on you, but when it did you nearly screamed again.

Laying atop your chest, was a fuzzy, black and white creature. You had never seen one before, but you had heard stories and inspected drawings of the small beast.

“A panda?” you questioned, your voice cracking in pain. Sitting back up, letting out yet another set of groans, you took the panda in your hands and looked at it. “What odd place does this Foreverland have to be to have pandas of all animals?”

You barely had time to process the fact that a baby panda was in your arms before there was more shuffling from within the thick forest. Without thinking, you held the panda against your chest and scooted back toward the water. To your complete and utter surprise, a boy began to speak. “Who’s there?”

You stayed quiet, hugging the surprisingly calm panda to your chest. You were about to back right up, into the calm water, when a boy walked out from behind the trees. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him. You had seen boys dressed similarly before, in dirty and ripped clothes, but this boy still managed to look clean somehow. He laid eyes on you and you watched as he tripped over his own feet. He landed on his knees, luckily on the sand.

There was a silence, as you weren’t willing to speak to the strange person and he was staring wide-eyed at the ground. Finally, you opened your mouth, though you inched away ever so slightly. “Are you okay?” you stuttered, your words slow and unsure. Your shoulder and arm were pulsing in pain, but you were still trying hard to ignore it.

The boy smiled up at you over his dark brown bangs and nodded. “Peachy,” he mumbled, although he was wincing. He shifted to look at his knees and there were bright red marks. The skin hadn’t broken but there was some irritation. “I’ll be fine in a few.” He looked back up at you. “I’m Chenle,” he paused. “At least, that’s what I’ve been told.”

You raised a brow. “You aren’t sure?”

He shrugged. “I can’t remember much,” he confessed. “We were named by Taeyong after he–”

You droned out the rest of his words, your body going stiff. He must’ve noticed because he slowly stopped talking and looked at you with concern. “Hey, are you–”

Without a word, you got up as fast as you could, your shoulder burning in pain, and bolted. Your feet slipped beneath you constantly atop the sand, but that didn’t deter you. You could hear Chenle running after you, calling after you although he didn’t know your name. You held the small panda close to you as you ran; its claws digging into your shoulder and adding to the pain.

Suddenly, another boy, dressed similarly to Chenle, jumped out of the forest holding a spear. The sight of him and his weapon made you halt in movement, which gave Chenle enough time to catch up to you.

“What’s going on, why did you run?”

You tried to run in another direction, only to meet the eyes of yet another boy. Then, one by one, three more came out. Chenle looked at you with worry, stepping cautiously toward you. With each step he took forward, you took one back until your feet touched water. “We’re not going to hurt you,” he murmured, glancing at your, now bleeding, shoulder in worry. “We want to help.”

“You know Taeyong,” you grumbled, your voice shaking. “I can’t trust you.”

The six of them looked at each other with wide eyes. “How do you know him?” one of them asked. You could barely respond before Chenle shook his head.

“Guys, they’re injured. Let’s get their shoulder patched up before we start asking questions.” He turned to you, holding out his hands as a way of showing no harm. His posture reminded you of Taeyong, back in your room when he had asked you to trust him. Sensing your distrust, Chenle offered a small smile. “I promise you, we won’t take you anywhere Taeyong is.”

You looked down at your own arm, where blood was trailing down slowly. The panda looked up at you innocently, blissfully unaware to your distress. Your shoulder wasn’t in good condition, you could tell– heck, anyone within eyesight could tell. Swallowing thickly, you took a cautious step closer.

“Okay.”

The boys brought you into the forest and to a waterfall. You looked up at the open sky warily, scared that Taeyong would suddenly come out of nowhere. One of the boys, Donghyuck as he had introduced himself before, smiled warmly at you. “Don’t worry,” he said nonchalantly, “we’re safe here. We’ve hid here a lot since we got here and Taeyong has never noticed.”

You just nodded, petting the panda slowly. Another boy, Renjun, looked at the animal with affectionate eyes. “What’s it’s name?” he asked, cooing at the panda. You shrugged; you weren’t sure to be honest. Naming the panda hadn’t exactly crossed your mind since you stumbled upon it. Renjun hummed. “How about Wren?” He smiled down at the baby animal. “Do you like that?” The panda reacted in such a way that couldn’t be described as positive or negative, with the baby just yawning and resting its head against your collarbone.

You smiled at him, “Wren is good.”

Unbeknownst to you, Chenle had looked over just in time to see your smile. He coughed, looking away. Busying himself with grinding together a poultice, he tried to ignore the invisible strings that were pulling his lips up into a smile. Jisung, who had been helping him, noticed this and laughed quietly.

“Okay,” Chenle said, holding up the makeshift bowl (which, in reality, was just a large piece of bark that had been cleaned). You handed Wren to Renjun and sat on a rock across from Chenle. Slowly, he peeled away the cloth from your shoulder and used it to wipe away the old poultice. He gasped at how deep the wound was. The boys all gathered around and had similar reactions. Chenle began to frown, his suspicions ringing clearly in his head, though he kept them quiet. Using water from the waterfall, he cleaned the wound despite your flinches and wrapped it with care.

“How did this happen?” Jisung asked, gesturing to your wound.

“Actually,” Jeno cut in, “how did you even get here?” The boys seemed to all want an answer for the latter, each looking invested in words that had yet to be spoken.

You sighed, fiddling with Wren’s paw. “Well, to begin…” Then, you began to tell the story of how Taeyong appeared into your room, lead you to Foreverland– everything up to the moment you lost consciousness. One by one, each of the boys looked at Chenle with rounded eyes. You did as well, curious. Your eyes darted to the set of arrows on his back to the bow that hung from his waist. “You,” you mumbled, “you shot me, didn’t you?”

There was a pregnant pause, tension grew thick in the air as Chenle struggled to answer. “We were told,” he started, “that you were a killer bird going after Taeyong. If we didn’t comply with orders, he’d…” he trailed off, not wanting to finish his sentence.

“He’d what?”

Mark frowned. “If we disobey orders, given from him or his faerie, Yuta, we get taken away.” He looked down. “He’d take whoever went against his word and we’d never see them again.”

Sensing that you had hit a sensitive topic, you zipped your mouth closed.

Changing the subject, Jeno frowned. “How do you think you’re going to go back home?” he asked, leaning against the large boulder behind him. “You said Taeyong brought you here with a portal. We can’t exactly do the same.”

Your expression mirrored his. You hadn’t thought of a how and true to Jeno’s words, you had no means of creating a portal yourself. It’d be absolutely mad to try and take the pen away from Taeyong, suicide even. And after hearing about what he does to Lost Boys who don’t follow orders, you weren’t about to send them away for theft.

“Why don’t we eat first,” Mark suggested, taking out a mango from his sack. “You’re probably starving and our minds won’t work as well on an empty stomach.” When everyone agreed, Mark tossed you the mango, which you luckily caught.

While everyone idled and went away at their fruit, you wandered off. Nearing the waterfall, you fell back against the waterfall’s cliff, sighing in exhaustion. Beside you, Wren fell against your thighs, pawing up at the mango in your hands. Do pandas even eat mangoes? You glanced around. You hadn’t seen any bamboo anywhere and you weren’t sure which leaves a panda could eat.

“Hey,” Chenle said as he made his way over to sit beside you. The rushing noise of the waterfall almost drowned him out. “Are you not hungry?” he asked, eyeing the way the panda began to gnaw on the mango.

“Not really.”

Chenle suddenly looked like he had just remembered something of significant importance as he looked over at you. “What’s your name, by the way? You know ours, but yours remains a mystery to us.”

“[Y/N].”

He repeated your name once, twice, then thrice, the syllable(s) rolling off his tongue easily. Something about the way he said it made you feel giddy. You couldn’t place your finger on why– after all, people had been calling you [Y/N] since birth, so why were you feeling like this now?

He paused. “What’s it like? Living in a real home with a real family.” You looked over at him as he stared wistfully up at the sky. It couldn’t be more than an hour past noon, based on the sun’s position.

“Do you really not remember anything?”

“No, not completely. None of us do, actually. The lot of us, we only remember random snippets of anything. Donghyuck, he remembers his mother and how she wanted a cheque book, whatever that is. He wants to buy her one,” he smiled sadly, “if we can ever leave this place. And Jeno, he says he can remember lots. Like how everyone lives in these big houses and how it only ever rains once in a ‘blue moon.’” You raised a brow at the fibs, curious as how he came to even think of those.

“Mark remembers,” he stopped, trying to remember what exactly Mark remembered. “He remembers painting! Yes, painting.” Chenle started to laugh, the noise sounding like heavenly bells to your ears. Something about the boy next to you was calming, soothing even. “We tried painting once. It didn’t look to good and I don’t think we were supposed to run berries against stone tablets, but it was great fun.”

“Jisung, he remembers writing. He’s not sure where or why, but he can remember bringing pen to parchment and just letting ink flow.” He chuckled, “That’s what he always says. ‘The ink just flows from the pen, just like that!’” A smile came to your lips at how fond Chenle seemed of the others. “Respectively, Renjun remembers reading. He can faintly recall the tale of a dragon, a knight, and a royal stuck high up in the sky.”

Turning to you, Chenle hummed. “Do you think that’s what we are? People stuck in the sky?” After hearing himself talk out loud, a light pink hue took over his otherwise light skin. “Ah,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck in an embarrassed laugh. “That doesn’t make any sense, does it? Never mind.”

You smiled, petting Wren gently as she began to fall asleep, a half eaten mango laying on the ground next to your leg. “No, no. It makes sense. In a way, we really are just people trapped up in the sky. After all, I had to fly to get here.” You glanced over at him curiously, your gaze catching his eye almost instantly. “What about you, Chenle? What do you remember?”

A frown took place of his easy smile. “I’m– I don’t remember a thing about the past.” Your expression dropped. Chenle had sounded so dejected, so miserable over the fact that he couldn’t remember anything. “I don’t get it; the others remember things. Why don’t I?” His voice cracked, as though the topic of his memory wasn’t something he liked talking about.

Slowly, you moved in front of Chenle, gently placing Wren on the ground. He watched you curiously as you shifted. Leaning forward, you wrapped your arms around him in a gentle hug. Chenle stared over your back in shock– he could’ve sworn his heartbeat was loud enough for you to hear in such proximity. Then, inch by inch, Chenle raised his own arms before hanging them over the small of your back. Soon enough, he was bring you closer, reciprocating the hug happily.

The feeling was so unknown to the both of you. You never received hugs, at least, not since Mr Howard’s death. Chenle, on the other hand, couldn’t remember if he had ever been hugged. The warmth, the contact, all of it was so odd to the two of you and yet neither of you wanted to move. Chenle buried his face into the crook of your neck, something that felt oh-so natural to him. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice sending slight shivers down your spine. You pulled away slightly, smiling at him.

Before another word could be uttered, Donghyuck started yelling, effectively gaining your attention. “Come here,” he called, “no– not you, Chenle–”

You chuckled, standing up. Brushing your pants off, you looked down at Chenle, who had gone to play with Wren. “I’ll be right back,” you said. Then, out of habit, “goodbye.”

You could barely take a simple step before Chenle was moving to grab your wrist. You let in a sudden breath, not expecting the sudden movement, nor his hand that was now clasped around your wrist. Chenle looked somewhat embarrassed as his eyes travelled to your wrist. He coughed, fumbling with himself as he cleared his throat. “Sorry about that but,” he looked away for a moment before looking you in the eyes, “don’t say goodbye, okay? At least not to m– not to us. Goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.” He frowned, “I don’t want you to forget us.”

You smiled, moving your hand so that it lay in his. “Don’t worry, Chenle. I won’t forget you guys– I don’t think I could even if I tried.”

When you walked off, Chenle watched. Your words rang in his head, echoing effortlessly.

You reminded him of something, though he didn’t know what.

“Did you need anything?” you asked once you reached the group. At first, they said nothing and just laughed amongst themselves. You waited patiently, hoops of confusion swirling around your head.

Eventually, Renjun spoke up. “You and Chenle are getting cozy over there,” he commented, faking nonchalance. Your cheeks burned. Only then did you realize that all five of them could easily see the small exchange you just had with the aforementioned Lost Boy.

“I bet he knows your name too,” Jeno sang with a chuckle.

Mark and Donghyuck laughed in unison, glancing over at Jeno. “You say that like knowing a name is scandalous,” said Mark. Donghyuck looked to you.

“Speaking of, what is your name?”

You barely had time to introduce yourself before all of you hear a familiar noise.

Bells.

The boys’ eyes widened, each of them standing stiffly. You froze, unaware of what consequences the boys feared. The hairs on the back of your neck stood stiffly straight as the rest of your body shook. A familiar glow, a shimmer even, appeared right above Mark. It was the same glow you had seen back in your room.

“… his faerie, Yuta…”

You’ve been found.

Suddenly, Yuta’s faerie dust began to fall, fluttering over Mark’s head. Before any of you could reach out and grab him, he began to rise, and he rose much faster than you had before. “Mark–!”

It was too late, Yuta’s glow disappeared and Mark was flying seemingly out of control to sea. Chenle came running, Wren hanging off of his shoulder. “Yuta?” he asked urgently, his eyes not leaving the screaming form of Mark. Jeno merely nodded, looking incredibly distraught.

Jisung let out a shaky breath, tears lining his eyes. “Do you think Taeyong’s going to,” he stopped himself short, shaking his head fervently. Jeno brought the younger male into a hug to mask his own tears. The boys had experience this three times now and none of them were mentally prepared.

“We have to get him before Taeyong can do anything,” Donghyuck stammered, staring down at his own shaking hands in fear. He turned to you and only then did you see his glossy eyes. Looking around, you could see that all of them were on the verge of tears in their panic. “Please, [Y/N], help us. We’ve already lost two Lost Boys– none of us can handle a third.”

You nodded, shaken up yourself after witnessing the absolute terror in Mark’s expression as he realized what was happening. “Of course,” you stuttered, “I don’t know what I’ll do, but I’ll try to be as helpful as possible.”

Without another word, the six of you began your trek through the thick vegetation of the forest. The only noise being the sound of branches and leaves crinkling beneath your running feet and the breathing of each and every one of you. Once again, Foreverland seemed eerily quiet to you. It’s lack of audibility disturbed you to no end. It gave the, otherwise beautiful, island a creepy vibe and you did not like it. Not one bit.

No one spoke as you each ran, too focused on their thoughts. You knew even without them telling you what they were all thinking. Though you didn’t know the details about their friends, you knew they hall thought Mark would have a similar fate.

You looked up, looking at the backs of each of the Lost Boys– at least, the boys that remained. You had only met them that day yet you felt emotionally attached. They were so kind, far kinder than anyone else whom you’ve ever met– from both Foreverland and London.

Your eyes fell upon the first Lost Boy you had met. Chenle’s face of determination pushed you. It pushed you to keep going even though all you wanted to do was give up and weep. It surprised you, how much influence the boy had over you without even trying.

You thought back to the conversation you had at the waterfall, then to the pen Taeyong had used to create a portal.

Yes, you decided. I’ll do it. I’ll make sure these Lost Boys are finally found. You swallowed thickly. If anything bad happened to them solely because of you, you don’t know how you’d live with the guilt.

Soon enough, daylight began to break through the gaps in between the trees thick branches until the six of you reached the beach. The sky was turning orange, tendrils of warm colours galore painting themselves over the soft, baby blue of the sky. Clouds cast shadows here and there, leaving their temporary mark on the world. To you, the world’s beauty was unfair.

How could the sun set, the sky turn and the wind blow like usual when someone could meet an undesirable fate?

“Look!” Renjun pointed outward, out to sea. Your gaze followed his finger out above the cool water, until it struck upon the side of a ship. You had looked just in time to see Mark drop onto the deck. “That’s Captain Johnny’s ship!”

Chenle narrowed his eyes, focusing on the ship. Then, he let out a gasp. “On the stern, that’s–”

Suddenly, you could no longer hear Chenle, or any of the other Lost Boys. All you could hear was bells. A dark blue dust fell upon you and without realizing, you started getting closer and closer to the ship. The Lost Boys, they called after you, desperately calling your name, but you had no control of your body– not your head, not your mouth, nothing. You felt as though you were in a daze.

“[Y/N]!”

You blinked. From the corner of your eye, you could see a blue glow flitting back and forth. Yuta. You tried to move your arm, but it felt as though they were tied to your body with the strongest, most durable rope in existence.

Straining every muscle in your arm, you willed yourself to break those invisible ropes. Moving as quickly as your injury would allow you, you hastily grabbed at Yuta. You felt him struggle against your curled fingers as you pressed him into the skin of your palm. However without Yuta controlling the faerie dust, you quickly began to plummet. You let out a scream, screwing your eyes shut. Despite everything that had happened, you found yourself repeating Taeyong’s words like a mantra.

Just close your eyes and wish to fly.

You opened your eyes just barely. A sigh of relief left you once you realized you were hovering mere inches above the water.

“You’ve mastered flying in such a short time. I’m impressed,” a condescending voice said from above. You looked up and saw Taeyong floating, hovering as though he were lying down on a chesterfield bored out of his mind.

“Pan,” you muttered disdainfully. You glowered as he came closer, to which you flew back a few metres. You could practically feel Yuta trying to shove his way passed your fingers, but you weren’t willing to let him go whilst under his faerie dust’s control.

Taeyong chuckled, though you could tell he was anything but amused. “Pan? Why, [Y/N], you sound so distant with little ol’ Taeyong. I’m hurt.”

“Stop acting as if you’ve done nothing.”

“Oh, but [Y/N]. You see, the thing is– I haven’t done as much as lifting a finger since you’ve arrived in Foreverland.”

“Bull. You had Yuta tell Chenle to shoot me and you watched as I fell to what could’ve been my death. You’ve taken Mark onto that bloody boat to do who knows what.”

Taeyong grinned down at you, his constant look of amusement infuriated you to no end.

Before you could say much else, Taeyong looked back onto the boat. Up on the starboard appeared a pirate, one with a hook as a hand and an eyepatch over his right eye. “John,” Taeyong started, “get them.” ‘John,’ who you assumed was Captain Johnny, nodded and disappeared for but a moment. Not too long after, men of all sizes and ages appeared onboard, each clambering into row boats that were then ejected to sea. You turned around in your spot with wide eyes, watching as they rowed toward shore.

The Lost Boys!

You moved to stop the boats from getting any further, but Taeyong was quick to grab your arm, pulling you flush against his chest. “You get to watch,” he murmured into your ear, “as they bring your little friends onboard.” He chuckled. “Though you may not want to see what happens next,” he clicked his tongue, as he dragged a finger over your throat. “Not that you’ll have a choice.”

“Bastard,” you spat, “why’re you doing this? They’re just boys!”

Taeyong chuckled, flying back onto the ship and bring you with him. “Why?” he repeated, roughly forcing your hand open. Within seconds, Yuta clumsily fluttered up onto Taeyong’s shoulder, gasping for air as he clutched his bent wing. “Why. What an interesting question.” With the single wave of a hand, Taeyong managed to push you against a wooden post, trapping you against it. Only then did you notice the blue shimmering on his hand that only shone against the fleeting rays of light.

“I can’t think of any reasons why I should grow old, shrivel up, and die. If I do, what were my accomplishments for? My memories?” He rambled, talking as though what he spoke was common sense. “Even after being twenty-two for ten years, I will never grow sick of not growing. I hated growing up, and now I don’t have to.”

You furrowed your brows together in confusion. Your mind tried to grasp onto frayed ends of his speech to no avail. Upon laying eyes on your confused expression, Taeyong threw his head back in a deep, bellowing laugh. He sounded completely insane. “You still don’t get it, do you sweets?” Beside him, Yuta’s bells tinkled as he quietly mocked you. “Here, in Foreverland, each day that passes takes a year off of your lifespan. But I, the oh-so wonderful, the ever so amazing Pan– have found a way to keep myself young. To live for years upon years.”

Two boys walked out from the room under the stern. Their eyes were hazy, their skin pale as crisp, new parchment paper. They looked soulless. One of the boys, the shorter one, had a ripped sleeve. The cloth, you noted, had a familiar pattern. “All I have to do, is take.” With his final word, Taeyong reached into the same sack that he had taken out before. Instead of taking on a pen, he took out a clear flask containing an almost murky gray liquid. Within the liquid were strange, black blobs. The longer you stared at them, the clearer an image came.

Screaming souls.

In that moment, your heart dropped. Your eyes darted to the sea, where five rowboats were on their way back to the ship. In that single moment, you realized what Taeyong had done to the two Lost Boys and what he was going to do to the rest of them.

You screamed, yelled for the Lost Boys to escape. To swim away, to hide deep within the forest of Foreverland. Taeyong grew more and more irritated with every sound that came from your throat, muffling your voice with the palm of his hand.

Why hadn’t they listened?

As the pirates began to flood the deck of the ship, you realized why. One by one, burly pirates climbed up the ship’s edge, each heaving an unconscious body over their shoulders. You struggled against Taeyong’s magic and his hand, but with no luck.

Then, everything went black as Taeyong forcefully hit your head against the post.

“… -joy the show, boys.”

When you came to, you were tied to the post. You gasped at what you saw before you.

The Lost Boys, all six of them stood in a line. Behind them were the same burly pirates who had carried them onboard. Each pirate had their hand to the hilt of their swords. You could tell the boys had been crying, their eyes red and puffy. Crying. As you glanced at each of them, that’s all you wanted to do. You felt weak under the scrutinizing glare of the pirates.

You struggled to breath. Fear encased you like a prison trapping its prisoner. But, with the touch of a familiar paw, your vision cleared. Your breathing steadied.

Taeyong came into view, tossing the flask back and forth between his hands. Both you and the boys watched him warily as he stepped in front of you. You noticed the boys turning away, but it didn’t take long for the pirates to redirect their gaze, forcefully keeping their heads pointing toward you.

Taeyong brought the flask up to your lips. Immediately, you clamped your mouth shut and turned your head. He tried again. You did the same. The more you moved and refused to drink from the flask, Taeyong grew annoyed. “Drink it, dammit,” he spat, his strident voice making you flinch.

“I’ll never drink it,” you glowered, “not while they’re still in Foreverland.”

The boys’ eyes widened. Chenle moved forward, only to be held back by the pirate behind him. “[Y/N], what are you doing–”

Ignoring Chenle, you looked Taeyong in the eye. “You want to live longer right? You already have their lives,” you nodded your head toward the two lifeless Lost Boys. “That’s plenty already.” You sounded desperate. “I’ve only been in Foreverland for a day. Them? Weeks. My lifespan is definitely longer than theirs, maybe even combined. You want my soul? Let them go. Bring them back to earth– let them be found.”

Now, the Lost Boys struggled more and more against the pirates, their voices muffled. Taeyong, too obsessed with the concept of a longer life to think properly, looked as though he were weighing his options. Without hesitation, he took the pen from his sack and drew a portal. “Free them,” he ordered the pirates. The group looked at each other, unsure of whether or not they wanted to follow his orders. “Free them!” he repeated, seeing red.

You gulped. Taeyong wasn’t in the right state of mind, that was obvious enough. You looked up at the Lost Boys, almost immediately meeting the teary eyes of Chenle. Your lips moved, mouthing a goodbye, but he beat you to it.

“Don’t say it,” he whispered, smiling painfully.

“Don’t say goodbye, okay? At least not to m– not to us. Goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.” He frowned, “I don’t want you to forget us.”

You smiled, moving your hand so that it lay in his. “Don’t worry, Chenle. I won’t forget you guys– I don’t think I could even if I tried.”

With that, the last you saw of him was one last fleeting smile before he was pushed through the portal, back to earth.

Then, you met eyes with Taeyong, who was in the midst of turning back to you. He held the flask to your mouth again, only to wheeze in pain once your foot came in contact with his stomach. He dropped the vial, the murky liquid spilling everywhere. The sounds of the screaming souls almost deafened every being on the ship, momentarily distracting them. You tugged hard at the almost broken down ropes that trapped you, covering your ears as you ran away from the post. You glanced back, finding Wren scampering toward you. Picking her up in your arms, your eyes darted from left to right in search of Taeyong’s pen. The portal the Lost Boys had gone through had disappeared into thin air mere seconds after Chenle entered. Finally, you saw it. It had rolled near the foot of the tallest pirate– Captain Johnny.

He must’ve noticed your gaze, because he was quick to reach for it. However, not fast enough. A force sent him backwards, one that you weren’t expecting. One of the soulless Lost Boys had tackled him before kicking the pen in your direction. The other Lost Boy fended off pirates that neared you. The flask. Their souls, they must’ve returned to their original hosts!

Wasting no time, you took hold of the pen and drew an oval just as you had seen Taeyong do. Without thinking, you jumped in, taking the pen with you.

2017, Seoul

Chenle awoke with a start. He bolted upright, panting. He had broken out into a cold sweat, something Renjun noticed right away upon entering the bedroom. “Did you have a nightmare?” he asked, playing with the strings of the hoodie he wore. Chenle merely shook his head. “We couldn’t wake you up earlier. We’re going soon, so I suggest you get changed.”

“Going? Going where?”

Renjun chuckled at the boy’s memory– “To the zoo, Lele. You know, the one you’ve been rearing to visit since our manager said we could go?”

Chenle made a noise of recognition, smiling at Renjun sheepishly. “Right, right. I remember,” he laughed as he spoke, ruffling his messy chestnut brown hair. “I’ll be ready soon.” Renjun nodded. He took one more worried glance at the still frazzled Chenle before leaving the room to let him change.

Chenle ran a hand through his hair, sighing. “Weird dream,” he mumbled to himself before kicking off the covers. His mind conjured up an image of the stranger, [Y/N]. He couldn’t remember even meeting a [Y/N] and that left him with questions.

Shaking his head, he bounced off of bed and got ready.

At the zoo, Chenle grinned up at all of the enclosures. The rest of NCT Dream could barely keep up with his bubbly attitude and his rush to see the next exhibit. In truth, Chenle hadn’t been able to visit a zoo in a long while, and he always liked seeing the animals. “Wait up, Chenle,” called their manager as he trudged after the energetic group. Jaemin, who walked alongside the man, laughed. He himself looked on, watching with keen interest as his members rushed from one cage to another in an attempt in catching up with Chenle.

Finally, Chenle had stumbled across the one exhibit he was most excited for. The others hadn’t yet caught up with him, still two or three enclosures down. After his odd dream, he hoped there would be an exhibit for pandas. To his luck, there were three pandas left– a small family that had grown within the enclosure.

He stared at them, passed the glass with rounded eyes. He watched as they interacted with one another, their actions reminding him of the numerous families he had seen along the way. Then, one of the pandas, the mother he assumed, seemed to look at him. He blinked, small, quiet noises of awe escaping his mouth as the panda drew near. He laughed in astonishment when the panda sat down in front of the glass, placing her large paws on the smooth surface.

“She’s cute, isn’t she?”

Chenle jumped, having not heard anyone walk down the hallway. He turned and saw a person wearing a cap and a mask standing a little ways away from him. Slowly, he nodded. “Very,” he agreed.

The stranger smiled from beneath their mask. “Her name’s Wren. She was found outside the zoo a few years ago. Odd, considering we’re in the city.”

Chenle frowned, turning to look at the giant panda. Her paws still pressed against the glass, as if she suddenly longed for freedom.

Wren?

He looked back at the stranger, only to stop short. The stranger had taken off their mask to reveal their smile.

“[Y/N]?”

sO fOrCeD– i hope!! you all enjoyed this 10.2k worth of messy trash :) (esp u chenle’s wife ily i hope ur bday goes great !!!!)

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