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echo-goes-mmm · 4 months

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Circle of Life (Oneshot)

My Writing Masterpost

Warnings: blood, murder, death, implied non-con, implied torture, nudity, gun (briefly)

Vale could hear them from a half a mile away; a huge racket that disturbed the still night.

He stalked them as they moved through the woods. It was rare that prey came to him, usually he had to hunt them down.

At first he thought they were campers who preferred the deep forest to the cozy campsites, but it soon became clear they were no campers.

One held a flashlight and a shovel, and was fully clothed. The other had his wrists chained together with heavy metal and thick cuffs, and he was completely nude.

Intriguing.

Vale followed them silently. He observed their conversation; the naked one sobbed as the shovel holder barked orders.

“Please,” begged the naked one, “I- I’m sorry.”

“A little late for that, sugar.”

Vale licked his lips and watched.

The two stopped in a small clearing, and he could tell the one in charge had been there before.

“Start digging.” ordered the leader. He tossed the shovel on the ground, and the crying man picked it up.

Was he digging his own grave? How cruel. How entertaining.

Vale circled around, inhaling their scent. The leader was sweet-smelling, but the follower stank of sweat and dried blood, semen and other bodily fluids. Underneath the foul stink was an alluring savoriness. He was a fine specimen worth keeping. The other was disposable.

Vale was going to sink his teeth into both of them.

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Nick wasn’t really going to kill Felix. At least, not yet. Making him dig his own grave was just to scare him. It was funny to see him beg for his life, when Nick had no intention of killing him.

Well, it was funny, until the hair on the back of his head stood up.

He glanced around the woods. Nothing. But he couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.

A twig snapped in the darkness. He swung the flashlight around. Still nothing. He reached for the gun tucked into his pants.

“Ya better get a move on,” he called into the dark. “I’m armed.” If it was an animal, the light and the sound of his voice should have scared it off.

The darkness chuckled. “Oh dear,” it said, “I’m scared.”

That was not an animal. Felix whimpered beside him, staring at the gun, but Nick had bigger fish to fry than to tell him to shut up.

He clicked off the safety and pointed it in the direction of the voice. “I ain’t gonna say it again. Forget you saw us an’ leave. Or I'll shoot.”

Something in the darkness moved towards them, and Nick was a man of his word. He fired off three shots, and there was a grunt.

But then the shadowy figure kept coming, and a- a thing stepped out into the beams of his flashlight.

The man was tall and lean, his face pale and hair dark, eyes red.

“How rude,” he said. Nick stared in horror at the bullet holes on his fancy shirt, thick black tar in the place of blood.

Nick had shot him dead in the heart, and the thing called him rude.

“Wha- what are you?” he managed.

“Hungry,” grinned the man, and his bone white teeth were sharp as a snake’s.

Nick turned tail and ran.

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Master had left him behind, and took the light with him. The dark was overpowering, and he couldn’t see the vampire except for the faint glow of his red eyes.

“Please don’t kill me,” he whimpered.

The vampire circled around him, his footsteps silent.

A cold breath brushed against his neck. “Why shouldn’t I?”

“I-” his mind raced. “I can in-invite you into my Master’s house,” he offered, “you can have him instead.”

The vampire hummed. “Can you?” he mocked.

“I- I think so? I lived there too.”

The vampires laughed, a breathy sinister sound. “I don’t need you for that,” he cooed into his ear. “I could just wait him out.”

Felix swallowed. He was right there.

“Please,” he begged.

A cool hand tilted his head, the grip on his jaw firm and unbreakable.

“Hold still.”

A sharp, cold pain stabbed into his neck. He gasped, and could feel warmth leaving him. Soon he felt woozy, his stomach turning, head dizzy.

He couldn’t form the words to beg, thoughts escaping him as soon as they showed themselves.

“You’re filthy,” said the vampire, pulling out with a slick sound.

“Nnng-” Felix was limp in his arms, unable to even stand. Distantly he felt himself moving, the vampire lifting him without effort.

“Let’s go home and get you clean.”

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He could hear the vampire, could feel his touch. His hands were cool, but his voice was warm, if condescending.

“Were you living in squalor?” he asked. Felix couldn’t answer him; he was too weak to even keep his eyes open.

“No matter. I’ll wash this mess off of you.”

A hot washcloth pressed to his skin, wiping away the filth.

The bath he was in was shallow, but blessedly hot. Almost too hot, but Felix had no complaints. A groan slipped past his lips when the vampire agitated his bruises, but there was no reaction, corrective or merciful.

The vampire kept going until every inch of him had been scrubbed clean, every inch, and then he heard the water draining and felt a towel rub him dry.

The vampire scooped him up again, and his head lolled to rest against the vampire’s chest.

Strength was slowly coming back to him, and he willed his eyes open. The vampire was carrying him down a dim hallway. It was like in the stories, dark stone and torches on the walls.

The vampire turned into a room, a bedroom. A lived-in bedroom, and Felix braced himself.

The vampire set him down in the bed, looming over him.

His cool hand came to stroke his cheek, and Felix was paralyzed with more than simple weakness.

But the vampire blew out the candle and crawled past him into the bed. He pulled the covers over them, and Felix let out the breath he was holding.

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It wasn’t like sleeping next to a corpse. Master was cool, but not cold, only a few degrees of warmth difference between them.

Still, he slept fitfully. Unlike the basement, he couldn’t just collapse into a deep sleep. Not with a vampire right next to him.

Felix woke late in the morning, the vampire gone. The dizziness had disappeared, and he was clean.

He got up, taking the sheet with him to cover his nakedness. He poked his head out into the hall, left and-

The vampire was standing directly to his right. He yelped in surprise, and the vampire grinned and tilted his head.

“Feeling better, I see.” It wasn’t a question, but Felix nodded anyway.

The vampire looked him up and down, and Felix got the feeling he was hungry for more than blood.

He stepped closer, and under the light of morning Felix could see him clearly.

Tall, imposing, with pale unmarked skin and red eyes. He reached out and tilted Felix’s chin up with clawed fingers.

He grabbed the sheet and jerked it from him, tossing it away.

“You wear what I give you. Nothing less, nothing more.” Felix swallowed.

“Yes, Master.”

Master stepped away again. He began to circle, and Felix shuddered.

Master was inspecting him. A cool hand settled on his hips, the other tracing up his spine, splaying over his ribs. Groping, feeling him up, wrapping around his neck.

“Good boy, Felix.”

How did he know his name? Master must have been stalking them through the woods longer than he thought, and had heard Nick.

Master squeezed his hip before circling back around.

“Come, pet,” Felix had no choice but to follow him down the hall.

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After breakfast and getting dressed (finally), Master tugged a collar around his neck and pulled him back out into the woods.

It didn’t take long before he realized he would have to make good on his offer to turn Nick over to him. Master was tracking their path from the night before, smelling his way through the forest.

He nearly felt bad for Nick, but his scars and bruises reminded him that Nick was a monster. He deserved it.

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The poor bastard’s house backed up to the woods.

“Go on, pet,” ordered Master, gesturing. “Invite me in.”

Felix walked up to the porch and turned to Master, a mockery of good manners.

“Would- would you like to come in, Master?”

“I certainly would.”

Master kicked the door open, the wood splintering as if it were nothing. There was a shout from inside, and Master moved so fast he blurred.

Felix meekly followed him into the house.

Nick was pinned underneath Master, thrashing. Master’s mouth was open, fangs dripping with saliva.

“No! Nononono-”

Master sank his teeth into Nick’s neck, but he was tearing, not feeding.

Felix watched in horror as blood spurted everywhere, spray coating the furniture and soaking into the carpet. Nick high screams turned to a gurgle, and his flesh tore away with a sick squelching riiiiiip.

Master panted, mouth dripping with gore. He licked his lips.

“How about,” he said, as casual as anything, “you show me where he kept you.”

“Okay,” he whispered, barely able to look away from the remaining blood slowly pulsing out of Nick’s obliterated throat.

He led Master to the basement. It stank of old urine, and the smell he had gotten used to smacked him in the face with a renewed vengeance.

Master seemed unperturbed and instead studied Nick’s setup.

He traced a finger over Felix’s old chains, humming. He glanced at the sex toys laid out on the far table, but took more of an interest in the torture tools. Felix couldn’t bear to look, instead eyeing the bloodstained corner he used to sleep.

Oh how much could change in just one night.

“Let’s go, pet. I’ve seen enough.” Master held two of Nick’s whips in his hand, the long bullwhip and the crop.

Shit.

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He was an idiot.

Nothing had changed at all.

He had the bed, but Master was in bed with him. The sex was without toys, but it was still sex he didn’t want.

There were no chains, but the leash was close enough.

And the whip- oh god the whip- still made him scream whenever Master felt the whim.

It was hell, a cold vampiric hell, but still hell.

Until one night, Master sank his fangs into him, taking and taking and taking, the world going black.

He woke up with red eyes and an insatiable hunger.

And Master’s voice was alluring and compelling instead of terrifying.

And then Master took him out on his first hunt.

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wooahaes · 2 years

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under the sun [woozi]

pairing: non-idol!woozi x gn!reader

prompt: darl+ing inspired fic.

word count: 9.3k~

warnings: food mention. jihoon being a little standoffish at first and cold to reader a few times. happy ending. also warning for song lyrics written in italics since music is a huge part of jihoon’s fic. also bare minimum proofreading rn, sorry!!

daisy’s notes: my man... i learned while writing this that he apparently is 5′5″ and not 5′4″ like i thought. when will the lies stop. man might be a half inch taller than me. im crying /j

summary: It all starts when you wake up in a field without a name or any memories to define yourself with. Thirteen men take you in as one of their own, and slowly you begin to wonder what is going on within this world... and between you and one of them.

< day 3 || masterlist ||

[also: i removed a few people from the taglist who hadn’t engaged with seokmin’s part. if you’d like to be added back (or added to the taglist in general), please send in an ask!]

Jihoon was someone who always took time to warm up to people. Everyone knew this (except for you, he thought, unless someone told you--he wouldn’t blame them if they did), Jihoon knew this, and he knew that there was likely little chance for him to budge easily on things like this. He was protective of the group, after all. Even when Chan came, a month before you did, Jihoon grew more used to him. He felt comfortable sharing his music (something Jihoon always held tight to his chest and only shared occasionally) with Chan, with Hansol who seemed to understand him on a different level than the others. Everyone respected his boundaries, and that did include you. He remembered the way you wanted to back out when he was singing to Seungkwan. Even though both he and Hansol were younger, he understood why they both (lightly) scolded him for putting things away when you were around. He knew that he was likely hurting you by being so... exclusive toward you. If he didn’t try to be kinder to you, then you’d grow to hate him. And then you’d leave, wouldn’t you? If you thought he (and anyone else) hated you?

Yet all of those thoughts went straight out the window when he saw you pick up one of his notebooks to move it aside--only panicking when you started to open it.

“Don’t touch that!” His voice was too sharp. The others had looked up--Jun, Soonyoung, and Wonwoo were all on cleaning duty alongside the two of you--to watch for a moment as you froze. Jihoon snatched the book from your grasp, taking a step back.

Jihoon could see the disappointment on Soonyoung’s face, and the concern on Jun’s. Unlike him and Wonwoo, neither of them were great at masking their emotions. And Jihoon realized that, protective as he is over his music, there was no clear way to say it kindly to you.

“I don’t trust you enough yet,” he said, holding his notebook closer to his chest. The words clearly stung, and he could see that. “My music’s personal to me.”

Yet despite the wavering light in your eyes and the way he swore he saw your lip tremble for a second, you forced a smile. “I’m sorry,” you took the tiniest step back. “I just wanted to make sure it was yours. I understand, though.”

Most likely, you were telling the truth. His music books were spiral-bound notebooks that were unlabeled. He would label them later just to be sure--but everyone else knew that these were his because he always kept them in that one spot. Jihoon heard Wonwoo call out your name, asking for you to come help him clean off one of the shelves. You hesitated for a moment before leaving Jihoon to stand there, notebook in his hands, and the broken pieces of a potential relationship shattered around him.

You were hurt. Jihoon, as dramatic as he felt it was, felt like he’d never get on good terms with you--not fully. After the first time, there was that glimmer of hope because you had stayed. Mingyu said that you thought his voice was beautiful (and adding on a teasing “they think you’re beautiful, too,” that felt like a complete lie), that you appreciated his music.

Jihoon trusted you. Just... not enough. You claimed to understand, but did you? Should he really be so secretive when it’s just the fourteen of you against the world now? While Jihoon still had his boundaries, it felt like many of them had fallen a little, just enough to trust those he lived with. He would always trust some more than others (Seungcheol and Soonyoung, for one, because he respected their work ethic being on the same level as his own--it truly felt like they were leaders in a sense at times), but... he trusted people. He trusted you. He doubted you felt the same way.

Yet... At dinner that night, he watched you steal a glance at him. Most nights, Jun slid his own serving of white rice to Jihoon--knowing that he loved it. Yet, for some reason, he didn’t. It was rare for you to sit next to him, but Soonyoung wanted you there. He’d been making you laugh with some story Jihoon wasn’t really paying attention to (he was sure he heard it before), and when he turned away to respond to something Seokmin had said, you pushed your bowl over to Jihoon.

“You can have it,” you said in a quiet voice, just to keep it between the two of you. A week after you came, and you... already noticed little things like Jihoon’s love of white rice.

He gave you a cautious look. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. “Chan and I were snacking earlier. I’m not that hungry.” You pushed it a little closer to him. “I mean it. You can have it if you want it, Jihoon.”

He thanked you, voice gentler than you’d ever heard it (aside from the time he sang, you noticed--sometimes his singing voice was so pretty and soft...) as he accepted the bowl.

(Neither of you would notice the way Seungcheol had been watching, because Seungcheol always kept an eye on you. You were new, and Soonyoung had offhandedly mentioned Jihoon snapping at you. He had reason to worry about you feeling less comfortable.)

That night, Jihoon curled up back to back with Mingyu. You were warm and snug in Soonyoung’s arms, Chan curled up close on your other side--and Jihoon was fully aware of the sound of your breathing until he finally drifted off, like his mind wouldn’t let go of you as its topic of the day. He dreamed that night of a studio that felt like a second home, and he almost thought it cozier than the one had made with the others.

Almost.

The next three days were left with nothing. Jihoon spent day after day unable to write, no words coming to him as easily as they should be. Music was like second nature to him, like something he knew, and yet... He sat there, staring at his notebook day after day with nothing but a building frustration and half-written lyrics in front of him. What changed? He’d been fine before. Yet three days ago, something happened and it made whatever creative juices inside of him dry up completely. The attempt to play his guitar, to get things out that way, end in frustrated groans because no notes sound right together anymore. Even the songs he’d tried writing before sounded wrong despite the fact that Jihoon knew they were right.

It was frustrating. Impossible, even, to live like this. It made him fidget more, more irritable, more likely to snap a little at people when they teased him a little too much. Every moment is met with his quiet apology before he went to sit by himself, to try and figure out what was wrong.

That wasn’t to say Jihoon only worked on his music. He did chores, yes, but he would join in on games and cooking and exploring with the others whenever the time came. He just always found time to play the guitar before dinner, just to have some moments alone.

“Maybe a change in scenery will help,” Soonyoung said as he watched his friend thumb through pages again, as if trying another song would work. “You always work in here.”

Maybe it would.

Jihoon let himself be led by the hand out of the church and down to the river. Soonyoung had called back to Seokmin that they’d go exploring for a bit, maybe see if they can find some sort of inspiration somewhere (Jihoon doubted it, but Seokmin seemed happy enough that he was getting out again rather than staying cooped up).

“Did something change?” Soonyoung said, hands shoved into his pants pockets. “Maybe you’re having a bad week. You should take a break and focus on other things.”

“I can’t.” If he stopped working on his music, he’d drift a little too far from reclaiming himself. His music made him feel like he was getting closer. To what, exactly, he couldn’t be sure, but he was getting closer to something.

Soonyoung let out a sigh. “We know it’s important to you, but you’re important to us.”

Jihoon thought of you. He couldn’t be important to you, after all: you hadn’t been there long. He couldn’t be someone important to you. You weren’t someone important to him yet, either.

“You should rest if you need to,” Soonyoung said.

“Would you?”

Soonyoung said nothing, lips pressed together. He instead told him a minute later that he would be there for him if he needed him: that everyone would be there for him. Seokmin said the same after dinner before Jihoon went to try one more time to work on something, to write one lyric down. He turned down the offer to talk with a quiet thanks, saying he’d consider it if he needed it.

Then Seungcheol found him staring at his notebook, brows knit together in frustration, and Jihoon decided he felt safe.

“If I can’t find out who I am, I’m letting everyone else down.” He was careful not to grip the notebooks too tightly, but the paper buckled underneath his grip. “Everyone said the songs feel familiar, Cheol. Maybe this will help us remember.”

“No one’s going to be upset if you’re going through a creative block,” Seungcheol said. “We want you to be happy. If working on your music is stressing you out, maybe you should take a short break before you burn out.”

“I’m not going to burn out--” Jihoon almost snapped at him, only to take a deep breath. “I like working on this. It’s comforting.”

“When did it start?”

Jihoon stared down at the paper. When did it start, exact...? “A few days after Chan’s celebration,” he said. “I was able to write at first, it was just... harder. Then it just stopped.”

Seungcheol knew that you were lingering outside of the room, and he already felt an ache in his chest. Days after you arrived. He knew you’d made that connection, too, and he kept that held close to his chest.

“You’ve written a lot ever since you came here,” Seungcheol said instead. “You should rest soon.”

Jihoon promised he would, turning back to his work. Seungcheol sighed, leaving him alone, but stopping just a few steps away from the entryway. He spoke quietly enough, calling out your name.

He watched you step out from the entryway to the main room. “Cheol...”

“It isn’t your fault,” he told you outright. He made his way over, pulling you into his arms. “Okay? Don’t think for a minute that it is.”

He knew that it wouldn’t work. That you’d blame yourself even without his attempt to soothe you. Seungcheol pressed a kiss onto the top of your head instead, hoping that it’d remind you that you were loved.

“Just give him time,” Seungcheol said. “Okay? He’s just going through a creative block. It happens. Soonyoung struggles with choreography from time to time.”

You looked past Seungcheol, toward where Jihoon was likely still sitting inside and stewing in his frustration. “I know,” you said, and Seungcheol could practically see those gears turning.

“Let’s get ready for bed,” he said, turning you away. “Okay? Jihoon will be there soon. Let’s let him work.”

Yet he knew that you had already committed to it. If it was your fault, then you’d find new inspiration for Jihoon. Nothing could change your mind when you were set on helping him.

Jihoon went off by himself most days before dinner: you knew this as a fact. He wasn’t the only one with the tendency for alone time. Minghao would go off and meditate, Seungkwan took walks alone, Jeonghan hid away for an afternoon nap; even you liked a little peace for yourself. Living with thirteen people was stressful, after all. No one could blame anyone for finding a quiet place to sit and decompress before coming together again for dinner.

All of this to say, it took you a little time to find Jihoon. You found him curled up in one of the open spaces off of one corridor, walls painted in bright colors—everything entirely abstract. When you tried to find something in it, all you could see were vaguely sun-shaped blobs here and there. Jihoon sat with his back against the wall, staring intensely at his notebook. Some days you’d see him with the others, but you were a little thankful that he was alone. It made approaching him a little easier.

“Jihoon?”

He jolted at the sound of your voice, pencil dropping into his lap from where he’d been spinning it with his fingers. He waved you off the moment you went to apologize. “Mouse.” He paused, looking up at you. “Did Cheol need something?”

There was an unwelcome edge to his voice and it made you falter. You shook your head. “I was just looking for you.”

“Sorry,” he pulled his notebook closer to his lap. “I was trying to concentrate. So I hid out here.”

You frowned, toying with your sleeve nervously. “Did you write something?”

“No.”

The blunt tone nearly made you wince. He didn’t want you there, you were almost positive. “Oh.” You crouched down. “Maybe we could go for a walk together—”

“I’m fine.” He paused, staring at your face for a moment. “Thank you,” he tacked on a second later, as if it’d soften the blow.

Truthfully, it didn’t. You stood up. “Okay,” you said, taking a step back. “I get it. Sorry for bothering you, Jihoon.”

Then you turned, setting off to go find Chan. hHe’d cheer you up without question if you asked him to. You made your way into the main room, finding him sitting with Soonyoung.

You didn’t notice the way Seungcheol had watched you, already knowing what happened. He always thought you wore your emotions plain as day, masked only slightly by a smile that wouldn’t reach your eyes no matter how hard you tried. It was his job to keep things harmonious, and he frowned as he watched you approach Chan. You asked something about a walk, Chan gave you an apologetic look before admitting he was tired from cleaning with the others, and you waved him off before he could get up. You’d just take your walk alone instead.

Seungcheol debated going after you. He instead waited a moment, watching back at the hallway you emerged from. Sure enough, Jihoon came to the entrance, looking around. He stopped, looking over at where Chan was sitting, furrowing his brows.

He was looking for you in a crowded room of men waiting for dinner to get finished. Seungcheol glanced over to where Mingyu and Joshua were working.

“Jihoon?” Seungcheol called over his shoulder, turning to face him. “Can you go find Mouse?”

Jihoon looked off toward the way up to the church, uncertainty clear in his eyes. That was what Jihoon had meant to do, wasn’t it? Find you? You had looked upset, and Seungcheol could easily connect the dots considering he knew that you and Jihoon weren’t close. He knew that Jihoon snapped at you, too, for moving one of his music books (when he asked you about it, you said you were just making sure it was his--that you wouldn’t have looked further, and he believed you).

“They said they were going for a walk alone,” Seungcheol had entered the kitchen, looking for some way to help out. “You should check around the river. Chan said they like to walk by the river sometimes.”

Jihoon wasn’t the kind of person who would outwardly refuse such a simple request without good reason. He nodded, saying he’d be back in a few minutes as he made his way outside. Jihoon, however, wasn’t stupid either: Seungcheol knew. He had to know, didn’t he? Maybe you told him that Jihoon was making you feel unwelcome. Seungcheol would talk to him soon if you did, at least. Or maybe this was Seungcheol’s way of dealing with it: a subtle push for Jihoon to find you, to talk to you. A chance to apologize, too, if he wanted to take it.

Sure enough, you were sitting by the river, just watching the way the water ran past. The sunset painted your skin with its hues, and Jihoon felt something well up in his throat. Regret? You just looked so sad, so lost, so distant: was that the way he looked when he first came, too? When he felt included but like something big was missing? Before the others found things he could use to write music, before they found a guitar that he had to fix and tune. He remembered those days too well, and even now they sometimes made him feel sick to his stomach. It’s an ugly feeling, and not one he embraced with open arms.

“Hey.” He called out, and you looked up. “It’s almost time for dinner.”

You nodded, looking back at the river. “I’ll be there soon.”

Give them space rang out in the back of his mind. Instead, he slowly approached before sitting down next to you. All the words he wanted to say seemed to disappear.

So he went with what he needed to say, instead. “I’m sorry I’ve been treating you badly.”

You looked up, clearly caught off guard. “What?”

“For snapping at you and for being cold.” He hugged his knees, staring down at the water. “It’s pushing you away and you deserve to be treated better.”

You shook your head. “It’s okay,” you said. “You don’t need to apologize. I understand.” He watched you tug up grass from the ground, no longer meeting his eyes. “It has to be hard getting used to a new person.”

“It is, but that’s not an excuse.” He said, guilt rising in his stomach. Of course you were kind of understanding. He’d seen the way you kindly treated Minghao ever since you came, understanding that he was quieter. He knew that Minghao was growing warmer toward you, too. He was just...

He didn’t know why he was so afraid to get close to you. You were just another person in the group. No one else had left before, so it wasn’t like he could cite some dramatic heartbreak as his reason. He just felt... weird when you were around. Not good, but not bad in the slightest. Just this strange off feeling that wouldn’t fully leave him.

“Jihoon?” You said after a moment. “Is it my fault?”

He furrowed his brow, staring at you. “Is what your fault?”

“That you can’t write music anymore.” You hugged yourself tight, frowning. “I heard what you told Cheol. That... You stopped being able to work after I came. So it’s my fault, right?”

Something about the quiet way you said it, like it was a fact, broke his heart.

“Would it be better if I left?” You didn’t meet his eyes. You just stared ahead, hugging yourself tight--as if you would break if you let go for too long. “I know your music means a lot to you--and to everyone else here, too. I heard Hansol say that it was like he was getting closer to remembering when he heard it. You’re really, really talented, and... and I don’t want to be the reason you lost something so personal to you--”

“I’d rather lose my music than force you to be alone in the world,” Jihoon cut you off there. A heavy pit weighed in his stomach at that: was it partially a lie? That he’d rather give up something so important to him? He couldn’t tell. But if it meant casting someone else out...

It was complicated in an ugly, dissonant way, and Jihoon loathed the feeling.

“You don’t have to lie to me, Jihoon,” your voice proceeded to decrescendo as you spoke. “You don’t know me at all. It’s okay if you don’t want me here.”

“I mean it,” he pushed. “Yes, my music’s a part of who I am... and I think it’s a part of who I was, too, but I don’t think it’s fair to blame you for the reason I’m stuck. Sometimes I get stuck. Every creative person would tell you that it happens and we just have to get through it.” He leaned forward, trying to catch a better glimpse of your face. Maybe if you looked at him and saw how serious he was, you’d realize he was telling the truth. “Minghao would tell you if you asked him, and so would Soonyoung. Sometimes he tries dancing and the moves don’t work. It happens.”

“It didn’t happen like this until I came here,” you said. “I asked the others.” The tell-tale sound of your voice cracking was a sign that you were getting close to tears. “Jihoon, I’m sorry if it somehow caused it.”

“Don’t apologize,” he said, his voice a little too sharp for his own liking. He took a quiet breath, pressing his lips together for a moment. “You couldn’t have affected me,” he said, despite the tiny voice in the back of his mind telling him otherwise. “It’s just a creative block. It happens. I promise.”

You didn’t believe him, and he could tell. “Then what gets you out of it?”

“That’s...” He trailed off. Usually, he would just busy himself elsewhere. Doing chores, playing games with the others, sometimes working out. It would just resolve itself in time.

You turned to him. “Then let me help you. Maybe I can help inspire you.”

Jihoon wanted to tell you that it didn’t work like that. That inspiration didn’t just come to him like that anymore. Every song he worked on, every unfinished lyric... It felt like something deep down that he knew when he was writing.

Instead, he nodded. “Okay,” he said. “You don’t have to. I’ll be okay.”

“I want to help you.”

It scared him, just a little. But if you were serious, and he could tell that you were, then... He would let you get a little closer. Even if it turned out fruitless in the end, at least he gave you a chance this time instead of pushing you away again. He could at least appreciate your effort in the end.

And yet that night, he felt it. The itch of inspiration in the back of his mind that made him pull away from Seokmin--who had secured Jihoon in his arms in a quiet way of trying to comfort him. He made some excuse to the sleepy man about going to the bathroom, and immediately made a beeline to find his notebook and a pencil. He flipped through it, humming the melody to himself as he found a new page. He sketched in his own wobbly sheet music, filling in the notes as he knew they were supposed to fall. It was like he always had it inside of his heart, printed in ink that he just had to read to remember. The lyrics came to him easily, too:

secretly laughing, secretly crying / while hiding my state

the day that seems too much for me passes by...

Jihoon hummed to himself as he wrote the first verse, lyrics light on his lips as he sang to himself. He was quiet, but the syllables always fell perfectly into place every time. It wasn’t like real songwriting, he realized after the first few times. He knew these songs. They were finished products that he was regurgitating onto paper now. Writing original songs were always different: more stress, more strain, more writing and rewriting and striving for perfection. These always came to him. Like they were meant to be.

don’t be sorry. don’t worry. don’t be scared. now don’t cry...

And then it was gone. The itch was soothed, and instead he was left with an empty feeling as that bout of inspiration dried up too quickly. He craved more, the sweet taste of writing music lingering on his lips. He dropped the pencil onto the page, staring down at it. He felt like the next lyric was right there within his reach, and yet it wouldn’t come to him, no matter what tricks he tried to lure it closer. He buried his face in his hands after a moment, frustrated with himself in a way that was beyond words.

“Jihoon?”

He looked up, and there stood Jeonghan, half-asleep.

“Are you okay?” He said, rubbing his eyes. “You shouldn’t force it if you’re still struggling to write.”

Jihoon almost answered with the fact that he did manage to write something, but he stopped. The others always said that his music felt like something they all knew. A key to who they were before. If he told them now when he couldn’t guarantee his skills were back... What was he supposed to do if this was just a fluke? Disappoint them again? He’d rather die than face that.

“Right,” Jihoon put his notebook back. “I just... I thought I had something.”

Jeonghan wrapped an arm around him as he emerged from the room, starting to guide him back to bed. “It’ll come back to you,” he said. “I’m sure of it.”

Jihoon could only hope that he was right.

“What do you normally write about?”

You’d been hanging around Jihoon after both of you finished your chores for the day. He was sitting across from you, thumbing back through one of his notebooks of songs. He told you that he’d never managed to finish one, like something wouldn’t let him do it--the words never falling into place correctly when he tried. He had carefully handed the notebook over to you, and you saw that that was the truth: nothing was finished. Some had just a verse, others had the chorus written in according to Jihoon. You could only imagine how frustrating it was, especially for someone who was so passionate about this.

“Love, sometimes,” he said. “Sometimes sad things. It’s funny...” He mused aloud. “Sometimes it felt like I was writing for all of us, before you came.”

You looked up, brows raising in curiosity. “Huh?”

“Like...” He flipped to a song, and he softly sang the opening verse underneath his breath. You loved the way his voice sounded, and yet you could see the slight discontent on his face. “It always felt right for Seokmin’s voice. I can still sing all of them, but sometimes I ask the others to join me. And... it always sounds better when they do it.”

Maybe that’s why you ruined him, you thought to yourself. Because you weren’t a part of this group. That only raised more questions of who they were and who you were.

Instead, you settle on trying to tease him a little, “Maybe you were musicians in a past life. You’d be good at it, at least.”

He smiled, the heat rising into his face--and you could see the tips of his ears turning pink. “Thank you,” he said. “That would mean a lot of people enjoy my music. That’s... sweet of you.”

“So,” you said after smiling back at him. “To inspire you...” You hummed to yourself. “Maybe we should fall in love.”

Jihoon immediately went red at the suggestion, looking away. “That’s not funny,” he said, visibly flustered. “You sound like Soonyoung. And Seokmin. And Hansol--”

Despite your joke being far from original, you giggled. “Looks like everyone wants you to fall for them, Jihoonie. I guess makes you our Jihoonie...”

He looked up, the slightest sense of familiarity in his eyes. “Our Jihoon...?”

“I dunno, maybe we should look for things that remind you of love.” You hummed to yourself, thinking back. “Maybe flowers? Mingyu said there’s a patch near the forest--around the lake, I think. People give flowers to their loved ones a lot, right?”

That familiarity seemed to fade as he nodded along. “Right...”

“Then let’s go look!” You smiled at him.

Jihoon couldn’t really tell you no, if he was honest: it was nice to see you genuinely excited for something. It was better than the you he was more familiar with, always walking on eggshells around him like you did those first few days. The way your eyes sparkled were hard to reject, and you seemed so genuine about this, too. Like you truly wanted to help him, even though he was sure this was going to be useless in the end. He followed you out of the church, his notebook tucked away in his bag as he let you take the lead.

“Hey... Jihoon?” You spoke up on your walk along the riverside. “What was it like before I came here?”

He blinked at you, uncertain of what to say. He had stories--it was hard not to with this group--but... Where could he begin? The time he woke up to Joshua and Seokmin having a rap battle out in the common area over breakfast, before anyone else had woken up? The time Mingyu spat so hard after brushing his teeth it hit Jeonghan in the face (something Jihoon had heard secondhand)?

So he told you what he could. About those times and beyond. The times Soonyoung drank too much and went for a run that they joked would be a new world record (truthfully, they could claim any of their successes as such: no one else to compete against anymore except each other).

Maybe he’d have stories with you, too, soon. Just things he could laugh about in the future.

Despite how pretty the flowers were, he felt nothing musically in that moment. He told you outright (it’d be wrong for him to lie, wouldn’t it?) but that there was always next time. That had made you smile, and Jihoon realized he wanted to see that sight again. You had a nice smile.

“C’mon,” you pat the spot on the ground next to you. “We have time. Sit down before we have to walk back.”

Jihoon sat down after a moment, pulling his bag from over his head as he set it next to him. You were already picking flowers, twirling them between your fingertips. How could one person be so easy going sometimes? He knew you were afraid, that you were still trying to figure out what life meant for the fourteen of you. Everyone always was, after all. And yet there you sat next to him, the sunlight kissing your skin as you played with flowers.

“How are you like this?” He asked without thinking, and you looked up. “Aren’t you scared?”

You nodded. “I am. But...” You crossed your legs, and reached out to tenderly place one of the flowers behind his ear. “There’s a lot of pretty things here. Like your music. I think they help a lot.”

The nature part he could understand. The other? He just stared at you, at a loss for words. “My music helps...?”

“Remember how you sang on my second day here?”

He nodded. Before the bonfire Seungcheol had put together. Jihoon hadn’t been planning to sing at all that day, really, but... He felt a push to. Seungkwan had asked him to as well, saying he liked hearing his songs. He remembered the hurt look on your face when he was going to stop singing, and Jihoon was thankful that Seungkwan was more mindful of you than he had been.

“I think about it sometimes,” you said. “Your voice is so pretty, but... The lines are beautiful themselves.” Jihoon could already feel his face growing warmer at your compliments. “Just the, uh... ‘Stay here with me’ line? I think about it sometimes.”

“Is that why you stayed?” He teased you lightly, just to see the wide-eyed look on your face as you immediately backtracked--making some comment about how you decided to stay because of everyone, not just him. He laughed, light and airy. “I understand,” he said. “You don’t have to explain.”

“Wait... Were you teasing me?” You were smiling. “Aw, Jihoonie..” You giggled. “Does that mean you like me?”

“I’ve always liked you,” he said. “Just because I was uncertain in the beginning didn’t mean I disliked you.”

You nodded. He had a point there--You were uncertain, too. There really wasn’t anyone you disliked when you first came. Some you liked more than others, yes, but that didn’t imply disdain for anyone. “I’m glad,” you said. “I like you, too.”

Jihoon didn’t have a song right then and there, but inspiration struck again that night. The melody lodged itself in his throat with the words mixed in, and he left bed to go write. In the low light, he worked, writing out notes and lyrics as he went.

in the future / so i won’t be sorry / I want to always be waiting / that makes me feel better

even if you get lost / and it takes you a while / come round and round back to me / even if it’s far ahead in the future

And then it was gone again. It made him want to tear his hair out, always stopping too short now. Like he tasted ambrosia and the rest of the dish was pulled away right as he wanted more. Even if the itch of inspiration left him, he always felt frustrated now. He felt like someone was feeding him those words one by one before putting the plug back in before they fully drained back into him.

“It’s them, isn’t it?”

Jihoon jumped at the sight of Hansol standing in the doorway. He thought he would have heard him approaching, the same way he had heard Jeonghan. But Hansol apologized, making his way into the room after a moment.

“No. I just felt inspired--”

“Both times after they spent time with you,” Hansol said. “We get it, dude.” He gave him a small smile, yet he seemed more timid than usual. “If it’s them... Then maybe it’s them for a reason.” He grew quiet again, almost reluctant to admit his thoughts. “Sometimes... I think they’re making me remember something, too.”

“Have you?”

“Not really,” Hansol sighed. “Like. Okay, it’s gonna sound weird, but... It’s kind of like a sneeze, okay? Like it’s right there, but it won’t just happen. Maybe if I spent more time with them, I’d remember something by now. But... I don’t know. I think I’m okay for right now.” He leaned back against the wall. “I want to remember, I really do, but I want to do it on my own terms.”

Jihoon understood, even though he couldn’t relate. All he’d ever had was his music and his given name. It’d be nice to have something real back: his history, not just his songs. It felt good to have those back, sure, but what about him as a person? There had to be more to him than just his music, right?

“C’mon,” Hansol nudged him back toward the hall. “Let’s go back to bed.”

Jihoon went along with him, making a mental note to himself. He’d have to be more careful from now on just to make sure he didn’t wake anyone else up. He wanted to do this privately, after all.

No sense in getting anyone’s hopes up if you weren’t the key to remembering, after all.

”I’m not asking because I want to stop,” you said to Jihoon one day while walking along the fields. The sun was going to set soon, and that meant the two of you would need to head in for dinner. “But... Why is your music so important to you, exactly?”

Jihoon didn’t really have an answer for you when you asked. It just always had been. It was a key part of who he was and who he became after he came here. Except maybe it was a part of the way he expressed himself before he came, and now he was just tapping into that. He could write emotions into his lyrics and it’d feel refreshing.

And now... It felt like his music was an answer he didn’t know he was looking for.

“It just is,” was what he settled on.

“Oh.” You looked upset, and Jihoon realized how his tone was a little too sharp. A little too icy, unintentionally. “Sorry, Jihoon, I didn’t mean to cross a line--”

“Don’t apologize,” he said quickly. “Sorry. I just mean... It always has been. The others said I used to be restless when I first came here. I couldn’t sit still because it always felt like there was something I was supposed to be doing.” He tucked his hands into his pockets. “Cheol found a notebook and said I could write my thoughts in it if I wanted to.” He knew his notebook rested inside of his bag. “I used to journal in it, but it didn’t help. I thought that maybe I was just thinking too much. Then I wrote a part of my first song.”

You looked up from where you’d been kicking a pebble along the ground. “And that helped?”

“It was a miracle that he found a guitar for me.” Jihoon was watching where he stepped, no attention paid to you. “It helped. Sometimes I have to play a song to get it right.”

“You say that like you aren’t making them up yourself.” You laughed softly. “Like, aren’t they yours? You act like they’re already made.”

“I think they are.” He looked up. “I think I wrote these in my previous life.”

You realized how serious he looked. “Oh.” And then you understood: Jihoon’s songs had to be his key to finding out who he was. “So that’s why they’re important to you.”

“What’s important to you, then?” Jihoon asked. “Has anything made you feel closer to remembering?”

You twisted your mouth in frustration. (Oh. Sore topic, Jihoon realized.) You merely walked along, trying to pinpoint something that made you feel more like yourself. Mealtimes, maybe, but even then that was more a sense of belonging to something--like a family--than it was a sense of recognizing yourself. You opened your mouth to talk, only for your foot to slip out from underneath you.

Jihoon immediately caught you by the hand, pulling you back to steady you. Despite the fact that you thought he would, he didn’t pull away immediately.

“Be careful,” he told you quietly. (He didn’t tell you that he kind-of liked the weight of your hand in his own.)

You just let him hold your hand, happy to have someone who can anchor you. Even though you knew he didn’t reciprocate the budding crush you were developing for him (it was hard not to: he was passionate and talented and cute as hell), you were glad Jihoon was watching out for you now. It made you want to watch out for him more, too. But...

His hands were warm. It made you feel safe.

(Your hands made him feel safe, too. Safe enough to wake up with lyrics in his head, feeling closer to something. He wrote the words ‘above that endless sky / this night of stars pouring down / is looking at you sleeping next to me’ while thinking about your sleeping face across from his own. ‘No matter what happens / don’t worry, i’m by your side’ came to him, too.)

“I know where I want to go today.”

It was rare for Jihoon to lead the way. He’d only done it one other time where he wanted to walk by the river, that time being aimless. Yet this time, he had a specific place in mind. He guided you out to the river, nodding toward the path up the hill. You hadn’t been upstream before, and Jihoon gestured for you to follow closely. He was gentle in telling you which spaces could get slippery, more than you’d expect, and to just let him know if you needed him to guide you by hand at any point. The walk uphill was harder, after all, and he understood that. You stayed close to him, listening to the sounds of nature as Jihoon had no stories he wanted to tell you, apparently. You were okay with that. Sometimes it was nice to go for a peaceful walk with Jihoon, even though your legs were aching a bit by the time you finally crested that hill. He walked a little further, sitting down in the grass before looking up at you.

“Sometimes I come up here to look at everything.” He looked ahead.

“This feels special,” you said. “Are you sure you want me to know about it?”

He nodded. “You’re one of us,” he said. “Everyone else knows. I want you to know, too. You’re special to me--Like the others are.” You could see color leaking into his face, red and pink tinting his ears and his cheeks. “You’re all special to me. I just wanted you to know about this place, too. Look--”

He started to point things out from there, distracting you from his embarrassed expression before you could tease him a little for it. You could see the church from there. He pointed out the spot that Hansol liked to go out to in order to stargaze, farther in the distance than you’d expect. In the other direction, out past where you had your bonfire with them, he told you the city was beyond those hills. If the hill the two of you sat on now was taller, you’d probably be able to see some buildings in the distance if you looked hard enough.

“I can see my world from here,” he said. “Mostly, at least. You can see where the lake is--even though the trees are in the way.”

You turned to look. “It’s pretty.”

“All of this is all I’ve ever known since I woke up,” he said. “I don’t remember much about my life. All I really have is my name and my music. I think that makes us similar.”

You turned back to face Jihoon. Similar...?

“I remember little parts, though,” he said. “Like studying music for a really long time. Or watching TV, or playing games... I remember working hard for a really long time.” He pulled at the grass underneath him. “But that’s it. Sometimes I think my music is all I am.”

“That’s not true.” You frowned. “You’re more than your music, Jihoon. You’re our hardworking Jihoonie,” you giggled. “And I love that about you. You’re like...”

Jihoon looked up after you took too long to continue. “Like?”

“The eye of a storm, I think.” You frowned. “Or like winter. A lot of the others tend to be high energy--like Soonyoung, or Chan, or Mingyu... It’s nice to have people who balance it out and make things feel peaceful. You’re dedicated to what you do. People like you and Minghao help this family feel like home at the end of the day.” You laid your hand over his own, not saying a word about it--and Jihoon wasn’t sure if you noticed. “I’m glad you’re here, Jihoon. I know things were different at the start, but... I’m glad you understand how I feel, too. Sometimes it feels like all I am is an amnesiac who couldn’t even remember their own name.”

“That isn’t true, either,” Jihoon said. “You work hard. You always try to include people in things and take care of us. You don’t have to remember who you are to be someone important to me--to us.”

You could feel the heat rushing to your face. “That’s sweet, Jihoon. You’re sweet,” you leaned forward, brushing your lips against his cheek. “We should head back. Mingyu wanted me to help with dinner tonight,” you stood up, extending a hand to him. “Shall we?”

Jihoon took your hand, letting you pull him to his feet. You didn’t let go until you came back to the church. You had giggled at him, saying that you didn’t need him to make sure you wouldn’t fall anymore--but you appreciated him holding on. Jihoon, on the other hand, didn’t realize how natural it felt to hold your hand on that walk back.

Lyrics flow from him easily that night, his heartbeat in his ears as he worked.

what do i do with you? / i look at you but i think of you even more / you’re my only one / what do i do?

what do i do with you? / what do i do because of you? / every day, every day, every day / i like you so much, what do i do?

Jihoon sat, staring at his notebook and the words he wrote. He reread them over and over, panic already setting in as he realized exactly what was starting to blossom in his chest. Oh no. Oh no. You’d been on his mind the entire time while he was writing, but that was normal. It was normal for him to think of you while he wrote lyrics now. It was your outings, wasn’t it? Just like Hansol said. You were the key, so thinking of you was safe and normal. The stupid soft smile on his face was normal, too. He’d written love songs before, and yet...

Yet...

Fuck.

Jihoon avoided you for several days after he realized how he was feeling toward you, something he already deemed unfair without a second thought. The others noticed the way he was pushing you away again, making an excuse to do chores he was picking up for the others. Except this time, ever rebuff has an apology attached to it that he wholeheartedly meant. He was sorry he couldn’t go for another walk with you, that he couldn’t join you in making snacks, that he was too busy for another game with you and the others. He snapped more easily at other people, always realizing how sharp his words were again and apologizing immediately after. Then he started pushing the others away, opting for his alone time.

And that alone time was spent curled up somewhere with that same notebook and pencil, staring at a page that he wanted to write words onto. To add new notes, to write something good again. Instead, he was stuck wishing he had the damn words to say. Nothing was coming to mind, as if stopped out entirely. All he could think about, as much as he hated to admit it, was you, you, you en continuo with no coda in sight. A continuous crescendo of thoughts dedicated to you, to the way you smiled, to the way the light would hit your skin: and yet no matter what songs he wanted to spin for you, he came up short every time.

Seungcheol found him staring at his notebook. “Can I read it?”

Jihoon let him. Seungcheol pulled it from his lap, watching the numb way Jihoon had been staring off into space. He flipped through the recent pages, the last song that he wrote. And... he just knew.

“How does this one go?” He asked after a moment, setting it into Jihoon’s lap before going to retrieve the guitar. He pointed out one of the pages--not the newest, but one of the few before it. The day that Jihoon had gone with you to the lake, and you managed to sweet-talk him into joining you in the water for a bit. Your laugh enchanted him, he swore.

Or maybe it was the way your eyes always lit up when you saw him. The way you smiled. The way your presence rivaled the sun; every sappy word he’d read in romance novels, he now wanted to pen them again for you in a song. Jihoon strummed the guitar to test whether he needed to tune it again, and took a deep breath once satisfied.

“My love only amounts to this...”

He played the chords, eyelids lowering as he played the song by heart. A melody he had hummed to himself over and over. He thought, out of the corner of his eye, he could see someone at the entrance. Seungcheol side-stepped, standing in the way as he gestured for him to continue.

“Hello, my joy. Even in deep despair, you always make me laugh. By my side, you let me forget everything for a moment...”

And he kept playing, still singing, beyond the words he’d written on the page. Beyond the notes, beyond anything he’d ever written before. He just knew it, like the song was a part of him.

And for the first time since he came, Jihoon finished a song. He felt exhaustion set in immediately, like it took everything he was to finish something like this.

This was his. This wasn’t just his. It was complicated, but he felt like it was something that he made that didn’t belong to just him. Our Jihoonie came back to mind. He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling as if a memory was pushing at the front of his brain. Our Jihoon? Our Jihoon. The name felt familiar on his tongue, and yet it seemed to seep away. But he knew one thing:

This was because of you. It’s you.

Seungcheol turned back to the doorway, and said the one thing that Jihoon didn’t want to hear: “Mouse?”

He stepped out of the way, and there you were, slack-jawed and staring like you’d heard something beautiful. You had, hadn’t you? You always said his music was beautiful (that he was beautiful, but Jihoon thought that was just Mingyu teasing). You blinked once, twice, and stuttered out an apology before quickly taking off.

Jihoon stared at where you’d been standing for a moment before immediately pushing the guitar into Seungcheol’s hands. He followed you out, already looking for you. Soonyoung was sitting on the couch, more focused on his conversation with Hansol than anything else.

“Where did they go?” He asked, and Soonyoung looked up. “Mouse. Where did they go, Soonyoung?”

Soonyoung stared at him for a moment, before he pointed to the way out. Jihoon thanked him, immediately heading that way. He slipped into his shoes on the way out, climbing out of the hole in the back of the church. Chan told him that you were heading toward the river when he passed by you, and that you looked troubled. Jihoon didn’t need to ask which way. He just knew.

Sure enough, he found you at the top of the hill. You were standing with your back to him, staring off toward the setting sun. He admired the way the sunset painted you in shades of orange and gold, kissing your skin in the way he wished to gently hold you. You didn’t look up, and he said nothing. He let the sound of crunching grass speak for him.

“You said you’ve never finished a song before,” you said after a moment. You didn’t sound hurt, just... confused. Lost. “Is that true?”

He nodded, despite your back being to him. He found his voice a moment later. “Yes.”

“So you finished one this time?”

“I didn’t write it down,” he said. “It just... came to me.”

You looked back, finally facing him. The troubled look on your face seemed to dissipate a little, now replaced with more confusion. “Oh. So... I’ve really been helping you, then?”

He nodded once more. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“You didn’t have to.” You took a step toward him before stopping, too uncertain to keep coming closer. Always mindful of his need for space. “Your music is something personal to you. You didn’t have to tell me if you wrote anything at all--”

“You inspire me,” he cut you off. There was a familiar squeeze in his chest, a need to tell you right then and there how he felt. “Everything I wrote ever since you came was because of you. You helped me. I think... You opened up my world a little more.” He took a step toward you. “And I think I need to be honest with you instead of pushing you away more.”

You almost stepped back. “Jihoon?”

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” He balled his fists, nails biting into his skin, just to keep his nerve. No backing out now: he needed to do this. “I think you’ve been patient with me and understanding in a way I didn’t expect. The others know me differently. You... You never pushed and always apologized when you thought you did." He took a deep breath. “I know you don’t feel the same, but I wanted to tell you so that you understood why I kept pushing you away--”

“You don’t know how I feel.”

He stared at you, already feeling his words escape him again. “What?”

“Jihoon,” you reached out, taking his hands into your own. He relaxed them, feeling the way your fingers then enclosed around his. Your touch was warm. Just like you always were. “Why wouldn’t I like you like that?”

“I...” He didn’t know. He never had a reason. He just... thought you never could see him in that way. That all of this was your way of befriending him.

“You’re so dedicated to everything that you do,” you said. “And... When you play your music, you get lost in this whole other world. You love it and it shows.” You averted your gaze, “And I wanted to help you get that back because I like you. You’re funny with the others and--and you always look out for everyone when you can. That’s why I started trying to look out for you more, too.”

Jihoon didn’t think for the first time in a while. He leaned in, lips pressing against your own as need overtook want. Just to know that this is real. That you were real and in front of him. When you kissed back, he knew it was.

That name came back to the tip of his tongue. He thought it was his. Yet when you kissed back, his mind went blank in the best way. Our Jihoon--But he just wanted, in that moment, to be your Jihoon.

He pulled back, not looking at your face. His ears were turning red at the boldness of his actions. “I want to try this,” he said. “Us. I want to try to be a good partner,” he held your hands tightly, “So let me take you on dates without it being just for inspiration. Okay? Let me make it up to you.”

“Jihoon...”

“I... I want you to fall in love with me completely,” he said in a lower voice. “And I want to fall in love with you, too. So... Can we try...”

He felt your lips brush against his cheek. He finally raised his eyes to meet your own, smiling.

You were smiling at him. “I wanna try falling in love with you,” you said with the softest giggle, always so endeared by how flustered he could become. “But... Jihoon?”

He reached up to brush a stray strand of your hair back, and his fingers grazed your jaw. “Yes?”

“Even if I’m not there yet, either,” you took his face into your hands, “I mean it when I say that I love you, okay?”

He understood that. Even though he wasn’t sure which way he loved you, he knew that he loved you. And he said it, leaning into your touch. Yet the privacy of sharing this moment with you made his gaze flicker down to your lips for a moment. “May I kiss you again?” He asked, and then realized this might be moving too fast. “You don’t have to--”

“I’d like that.”

So he leaned in, lips slanting against your own. He savored the moment, the light you were bringing back into his life with your presence alone. Even if he wasn’t fully in love with you yet...

... He truly thinks he will be. You were his joy. He could only hope that he was yours, too.

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Prove it (Chapter 5)

Yandere Dwayne x gn!Reader, Yandere TLB x gn!Reader

Word count: 1907

Warnings: canon typical violence, yandere, stalking, 1055 words of smut bby, since reader is gender neutral I write about anal for the first time and it’s traaaaaash, also it’s yandere so the smut is dark, noncon, mental torment? Also ~blowjobs~

Chapter summary: it’s the smut part! And I went a bit off the rails tbh

Prove It Masterlist

It’s been weeks? You’ve unfortunately lost count, being trapped in a room with the only exit is though a small tunnel system has not been good for your mental health. Especially with the new found knowledge about vampires, and the fact that four of them are keeping you hostage. Needless to say you’re getting stir crazy.

Dwayne would occasionally visit you but his presence was less than comforting, sometimes just staring at you intensely, trying to creep closer that always invokes a bad reaction out of you. Or he would ramble, insisting that this was the best, and that you were safe and that soon you’ll be one of them too. That’s when you would start crying hysterically, and that’s when Dwayne’s delusions got worse. Forcibly holding you to ‘comfort’ you which only makes you cry harder. Telling you it doesn’t hurt, that you’ll be able to go back to your life on the boardwalk once all your family and friends pass on, telling you the ‘perks’ of being a vampire but he was proving to be the worst salesman ever.

It all suddenly came to a head during one of Dwayne’s delusional rambles. You screamed at him, a sharp contrast to your silent shaking has his head whipping towards you as you scream your head off. Saying things you knew would hurt him and his delusions. Before he left you screamed that you would rather be dead than stay with him.

The immediate after effect of that episode isn’t as satisfying as you would hope. silently resigning yourself to the next couple of days of loneliness, but that changed when you saw David march in with a pissed off expression that sent shivers down through your body. He grabs you by the hair as he drags you off the mountain of blankets you call a bed. Dropping you to the ground he crawls over you, caging you in as he promises “to make you wish you still had Dwayne to mediate.” That only pisses you off as you challenge him on why he cares so much about you and Dwayne but he only gives a hollow laugh. Leaning down David takes a bite, draining you enough to feel woozy. As your head spins you hear David somewhere in your head “you belonged to everyone from the beginning. To me, to Paul, to Dwayne, and to Marko. You had no say in this since the beginning. Dwayne was the one who insisted on wasting our time befriending you and look where that got us.” He starts to shred your clothes.

Grabbing your arm he yanks you up and pushes you into one of the tunnels. “Go on, escape.” That's where your nightmare started. Crawling frantically through the tunnels with no light had you running into walls, turning in what seems like circles as you’d feel hands grab at your feet, thighs, or arms. Pulling you away and making you scream out in fear as you hear taunting laughter echoing everywhere.

And that’s when the screams started, you started to tear up, barely managing to crawl anymore as screams from your friends, Thomas, your parents, and even Mark and that cranky regular. You sob into the dirt as whispers crawl up the tunnels telling you that they did it all for you. After a while you feel like you’ve started to go crazy, hearing the screams of pain, manic laughter, and the blasting of metal from a direction you couldn’t tell.

Then suddenly you’re dragged from behind.

Your eyes burn at the light as David drags you into the main alcove of the cave, only stopping until you’re a couple meters away from the couch. Sitting there you see Dwayne, he seems surprised, setting a false hope that he would stick up for you. But your heart clenched as he turned his head away from you, confirming that you’re on your own. The boys all form around you two, with David prompting the conversation “they had time to think over their cruel words-“ he nudges you with his boot, making you stumble forward. An implicit demand. “Well?” Unsure, you crawl forward a bit, and with David’s silent urging you stop at the start of Dwayne’s boots. You couldn’t look him in the eye as you spoke “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean what I said before. I was scared of how quickly everything changed around me.”

All you heard was silence, and so you kept going, the screams haunting you prompted your verbal vomit. You repeated your apologies, you hinted at vague affections -you couldn’t bring yourself to actually lie and say you loved them- and how you were just scared, that you’ll be good now, you’ll accept them now. You talked for so long you almost started to believe it yourself.

It was silent, only temporarily broken by David muttering a soft ‘Marko’. The shuffling of feet and slight clinking of a bottle filling the room. David walks over to you, grabbing your cheeks with one hand he forces the wine down your throat with a bitter “I’m tired of being gentle.”

It took everything you had to not choke, the wine spilling down your chest. David told you to look at Dwayne. And so you did. Dwayne had this unrecognizable look on his face, a mixture of forlorn, ‘love’, and something else you can’t describe. But you weren’t allowed to dwell on this for long as David spoke up again. “He looks like he’s forgiven you already, but I don’t think I’m as convinced, what do you think Paul?” On the right hand side of David, Paul shook his head as he replied “I donno, what about you Marko?” Barely hiding his grin while perched on the couch's arm he shakes his head as well. “Nope, honestly actions speak louder than words don’t they?” It didn’t take a genius to figure out what they’re implying, if not the growing bulge in Dwayne’s jeans certainly sends a message. Foolishly hoping that Dwayne would call this off, you meet his eyes once again, and you can’t see an ounce of regret.

With shaky hands you fumble a bit with Dwayne’s belt before you start to pull down his zipper. The boys close in on you as you do so. All too quickly, he’s left exposed as he watches with the same intensity as the night you two first met. Gripping at his dick you give a few weak pumps, causing a few snickers around you. Marko speaks up “Awe, they really haven’t done this before, you need lube for this to actually feel good you dumb baby.” Flushing with embarrassment you go to spit in your hand, but pressure at your roots stops you. Looking up you make eye contact with Dwayne as he leads your head to his erection “no-“ Dwayne panted “use your mouth.” With the urging from Dwayne’s hands you slowly peak out your tongue, lightly grazing his dick. Despite the lacklustre contact, Dwayne tips his head back and groans, as the rest of the boys creep even closer.

You go slow, whatever was in that wine had started to make your brain hazy. Unwillfully your body throbs for attention as you squeeze your thighs together subconsciously. But Dwayne thought this attention was a bit too little though, as he urged your head to take him in your mouth. Although he was perhaps too excited, bringing your head down his shaft completely, causing you to grasp at his thighs and try not to choke again. Your eyes burn as he keeps you there, muttering louder and louder “I’ve waited so long for this” “you love this, you love all of us” “fuck you feel so good.” David speaks again “it has been far too long, look how needy they are Dwayne.” David creeps closer as Dwayne starts to buck, slowly rocking your head up and down with his iron grip on your hair.

“You just needed some dick to behave yourself, isn’t that it?” Petting your hair with a condescending smirk, he watches you struggle to take Dwayne’s cock. “Just a brat who needs to be put in their place. Stop holding back and get on with it Dwayne, we need to teach them to ask politely for their cock. Not to act out instead.”

Any restraint Dwayne was holding back quickly snapped as he started jackhammering up to your mouth, still holding you in place by your hair. During this time Paul and Marko start to lose their cool more. Paul gave Dwayne open mouth kisses between his pants and Marko had moved behind you. Grabbing your forearms, they’re tightly bound behind you as you're raised to rest on your shins. Giving Marko perfect access to your ass, teasing you by slowly dribbling his spit down to your hole and slowly dipping his fingers in. Abruptly shoved off Dwayne’s length, he frantically directs you down to his balls. With your arms bound, you have to use your mouth to suckle on them. This causes Dwayne to start to moan loudly. Bringing your mouth over his length again it only took a couple more pumps before he held you down at his base as he cums. After a bit, Dwayne lets up on his hold of your hair to hook his thumb in your mouth to check if you swallowed it all, and you have.

With very little time in between you can feel Marko’s dick slide between your buttcheeks, catching at your hole before he tries to press in.

“Awe isn’t that sweet” leaning down David kisses Dwayne, his soft pecks a drastic difference to how he has handled you so far. Noticing your stares, he smiles and says “kisses are only for those who are good, and you still have work to do, don’t you?” Nodding towards Dwayne’s still full erection.

But you can only stare ahead with your mouth wide open, as Marko sheaths more of his dick inside you just barely giving you time to adjust. “Fuck. It’s gotta be your first time, they're so tight, come on, relax for me.” Hands grab at your hair as Dwayne guides your head back to his length again. “I need your mouth again, shit” he bucks his hips up just as Marko hits somewhere unbelievably good, your moans cause Dwayne to thrust harder, your tears start falling again as you know that you are close but Marko manages to finish before you, pulling out and cumming on your ass after a couple pumps. As quick as Marko left, David took his place, and after Dwayne came again and again, he was replaced by Paul, then Marko, then Dwayne as they took turns. As soon as you satisfied one of them, you’d have another pent up again.

These three were worse together, Paul having far less control to build up like Dwayne, Marko loves to watch you choke, and Dwayne forces you to swallow Every. Single. Load. David stays behind you, as he has yet to believe you have repent enough so he continues to tease. You were close again as you choked on Paul’s cock, frantically trying to swallow as Paul rode out his orgasm. But David only slowed down, grabbing you by the throat as Paul switched out with Marko, David spoke, continuing rocking his hips forward. “You don’t get to cum baby, not until you prove just how sorry you are.”

#yandere tlb #tlb marko #tlb dwayne #david tlb #tlb paul #yandere the lost boys #the lost boys smut #the lost boys fanfiction #posties

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denimbex1986 · 3 months

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'So … did you cry? All of Us Strangers has finally been released in the UK after leaving cinemagoers in the US, and at various film festivals, in floods. It’s won seven gongs at the British Independent Film awards and is up for six Baftas, but no Oscars – whatever. For me, the film’s achievement is the way it’s managed to talk about love, grief and loneliness in such a powerful and original way. I first saw it at the end of September when it hit me like a ton of bricks, and I can honestly say that I’ve thought about it every single day since.

When I interviewed writer-director Andrew Haigh before Christmas, he told me that while he had designed the film to be increasingly dreamlike as it went on, the plot underneath was logical. Nonetheless, he said that he was open to other interpretations. So let’s dig into them, shall we?

When did Harry die?

At the end of All of Us Strangers, Adam (Andrew Scott) returns to his flat after meeting the ghosts of his parents for the final time. He goes to Harry (Paul Mescal)’s apartment, which he’s never entered before, and is knocked back by the smell of a decomposing body. Then Harry’s ghost appears, holding the empty bottle of whisky he was drinking when he came to Adam’s door looking for late night company at the start of the film.

It seems reasonable to assume that after being rejected by Adam, Harry went back to his flat, finished the whisky, took ketamine (Adam finds a baggie) and died of a drug and alcohol overdose, meaning that as well as reuniting with his parents who are ghosts, Adam has been having a love affair with one too.

So, about those sex scenes …

Adam is only able to let his guard down enough start his relationship with Harry once he confronts his past and meets the ghosts of his parents – after he’s first come back from Croydon, he gets together with Harry after their discussion about the terms “gay” and “queer”.

After Adam has come out to his mum (Claire Foy) back in Croydon, he has sex for the second time with Harry, who has encouraged him to take a bath because he’s feverish. It’s never made explicit in the film, but Haigh told me that Adam starts to feel unwell after his mum mentions Aids, and in the bath he tells Harry (who has no such hangups) that for years he had been too frightened of the disease to have sex with anyone. Later on in the film, as Adam runs through the tube train tunnels looking for Harry, there are old public information posters about Aids on the walls. In order to break out of his repression and fall in love, Adam has to lay to rest his terror of catching HIV.

What happens in the club?

Shot in the Royal Vauxhall Tavern in London, one of Haigh’s old haunts, this is the only big musical moment that isn’t set to an 80s hit – the soundtrack to Adam’s ketamine trip is Blur’s woozy Death of a Party, from 1997. Haigh told me that there’s a subplot buried within All of Us Strangers in which Adam manages to break out of his loneliness and live as a happily out gay man – so perhaps this is the way he would have gone out partying in his early 20s, in the 90s. While he’s high, Adam imagines himself and Harry having the long-term relationship he has yearned for – though sadly it doesn’t seem to last, with Harry gliding past him in the club after locking eyes with someone else, before Adam wakes up screaming.

What’s going on in the diner?

All of Us Strangers takes place in a mysteriously unpopulated world – a metaphor for Adam’s isolation. He and Harry appear to be the sole residents of their tower block, and Adam and his parents are the only guests in the diner where they have their last encounter, a childhood outing Adam never got to experience. The only other person is the waitress: presumably she can’t see Adam’s mum and dad, since she wonders whether he’ll be able to finish the family meal he’s just ordered.

Adam’s mum asks him whether she and Adam’s dad died quickly after their car crash – he tells her that they did, even though we know that his mum took days to die, a white lie that I felt was Adam kindly parenting his parents, shielding them from harsh truths they didn’t need to know in a moment of mature understanding.

The line that really got to me, though, was the part when Adam’s dad (Jamie Bell) tells him that he’s proud of him, and when Adam asks why, given that he hasn’t done anything, his dad replies, “Well you’ve survived. It can’t have been easy.” Finally, his parents recognise his sadness and pain, and the effort it’s cost him to keep going, even if he doesn’t have a wife, kids, a successful career or any of the other trappings of heterosexual manhood to show for it.

And what the hell is the ending about?

In the last scene of All of Us Strangers, Adam and Harry cuddle up together on a bed. Harry asks Adam to put on a record, and without him doing so, The Power of Love by Frankie Goes to Hollywood comes on – Adam was watching an old Top of the Pops performance of it from 1984 when Harry came knocking at the beginning of the film. The song contains the deeply romantic declaration “I’ll protect you from the Hooded Claw / Keep the vampires from your door”; in a (to him, unconscious) allusion to the lyrics, Harry had told Adam, as the older man turned him away, “there’s vampires outside my door”.

Now Adam and Harry can truly love, console, protect and care for each other, but it’s a brutally bittersweet image as it’s happening in some kind of supernatural realm, not real life. As the camera gets further and further away from the spooning lovers, it depicts them as one of a constellation of stars in a night sky, perhaps the other lonely strangers of the film’s title.

So is Adam also dead? I don’t think Haigh means us to think that he is. I think the image says that love is strong enough to smash the boundary between life and death, and that it’s our only defence against the infinite darkness that surrounds us, something Adam has come to understand after spending a lifetime running away from his own desperate need for human connection. Now, I think I may have something in my eye …'

#Andrew Scott #Paul Mescal #Andrew Haigh #All of Us Strangers #British Independent Film Awards #BAFTAs #Royal Vauxhall Tavern #Frankie Goes to Hollywood #Death of a Party #Blur #Jamie Bell #Claire Foy #Oscars #Top of the Pops #The Power of Love

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So Close Yet So Far - Mingyu x Reader - Chapter 15 - So Far

Synopsis: Your college friend, Kim Mingyu, has had a grip on your heart since the first day you met. Over the past few years, as you acquired more friendships and memories, those feelings only grew. However, recently, Mingyu has seemed a bit more distant, at least when it comes to any ideas of romance. It only gets worse when rumors fly that he's off to Japan to receive a marriage proposal! Unsure what to do, you wonder how you can keep Mingyu by your side without jeopardizing your friendship or your growing feelings. You never expected that waking up one drunken morning next to two hot angels would be your ticket into Mingyu's heart.

Genre: Romance, College!AU, Modern Fantasy, Comedy, Angsty

Length: approx. 5.7k words

Chapter 15 - So Far

The both of you could sense that the others were waiting for you to get home in hopes of sharing details of the evening. As Mingyu led you inside, closing the door behind him, you immediately saw the group turn from their spot on the couch. They all had drinks in their hands, music playing across the living room, and a board game halfway completed sitting on the large coffee table. Woozi was walking out of the kitchen, a few extra beers in his hands to refill the empty ones. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you both, motioning to the drinks.

“Thirsty?” he asked. You watched Jihoon walk over, handing both you and Mingyu a drink. You took the chilled bottle into your hands just as Minnie hopped up from her spot on the couch. She set her drink on the coffee table, and Hoshi quick to lean over and put it on a coaster. You watched her hurry in your direction, taking your drink.

“Hey.” You pouted as Minnie handed it to Mingyu, who was equally as stunned by her quick movements.

“We need to talk. Outside.” She said, before leading you off without another word. Mingyu watched you go, before waving you off.

“Hello to you too, Minnie.” He called. When you looked over, you saw Mingyu pop open the beer Jihoon had given you and take a drink of it.

“HEY!” You called, but Mingyu only laughed. It didn’t take much longer for Mingyu to be swarmed by the boys as well, all ready to interrogate him. Joshua smiled from his spot on the couch, hands in his pockets as he heard Jeonghan come down the stairs. He motioned towards the back porch, the duo sneaking off in that direction.

Once Minnie had you alone, she examined your face. “Hm.” She said.

“What?” You asked, feeling your cheeks get hot. “Do I have something on my face?”

“I’m checking.” She said. “Pouty and red lips flustered cheeks, yet a beaming smile since you walked in the door,” Minnie said. You watched as Minnie broke out into her own grin, grabbing your hands. “Tell me it happened! Tell me, tell me!” She begged. You couldn’t contain your laughter as you nodded your head, Minnie bursting into screams and cheers that could be heard across the waters back in Seoul as she jumped up and down in excitement. “Finally! Finally, finally! I’m so happy for you! Oh my God!”

“Stop.” You begged behind laughter. Once Minnie released you, you knelt, covering your face. “Aaaah, you’re making me even more embarrassed.” Minnie immediately knelt down in front of you, a smile still apparent on her face.

“How was it?” She asked. You looked at her through your fingers, smiling.

“It was amazing.” You said, and Minnie grinned wider. Finally standing up, you motioned to your neck. “Look what he got me.” You were beaming as Minnie took it into her hands, eyes widening in shock.

“Oh. My. God.” She gasped. “This is probably the most beautiful thing he’s ever given you.” You nodded.

“I started crying. I think some people thought we had gotten engaged.” You laughed.

“That’s the next step.” Minnie gasped, taking your hands. “I’m so happy for you guys! So, what does this mean for you now?” Before you could answer, the screen door opened, alerting you both to Joshua and Jeonghan entering the conversation. “Are you dating?”

“I guess.” You smiled. “I honestly don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Minnie asked.

“I don’t know…” you said again. “I would assume so but…after coming down from the high for a few minutes, I figure I should confirm it with him before I say for sure.”

“You absolutely should,” Jeonghan said. You looked over.

“Why?” Minnie asked. “They kissed and said they loved each other. What more proof is needed?” Jeonghan and Joshua turned you around to face them, each of them taking your hand in their own. You looked down, then up to them.

“Just ask,” Joshua said. “To be safe.” You nodded.

“I will.” Minnie, though she was a bit confused, shrugged.

“I guess that means you have to go on another date with him. Oh no, more kissing.” She dramatically said, nudging you in amusement. Just then, the screen door opened once more and the rest of the group, minus Mina, was standing there. Hoshi stepped onto the patio first, hurrying over to you. He took your necklace into his hands gently, eyes sparkling.

“Wooow, Mingyu. I might just have to fall in love with you too if this is what you get!” He said, looking at his flustered friend. Mingyu laughed to try and hide the embarrassment, though it was a failure.

“I don’t even know if I want to give her my present. It won’t compare to yours.” Seungkwan said.

“Uh, what?” you looked at Seungkwan. “I want it anyway.” Seungkwan grinned a bit. Joshua and Jeonghan were next to take a look at the necklace adorning your neck. “Like it?” You asked, grinning.

“It definitely beats our pin,” Jeonghan said, nodding his head.

“Oh, yeah,” Joshua said. “We’ll have to go all out next time. Get her a car, or something.” You laughed a bit before you turned them around and motioned them inside.

“Let’s go.” As everyone returned to the living room, settling in with their rounds of drinks, the rest of your friends hurried to get their gifts. You watched as Joshua and Jeonghan moved the board game to the side, to make room on the coffee table. Mingyu settled in beside you, draping his arm behind you on the back of the couch. When you felt his fingers brush against the back of your neck, you felt your cheeks heat up.

Woozi watched as the rest of the group gathered back around, a few little bags sitting on the coffee table in front of you. He set his own down, before looking at you. “Should I go get Mina?” Woozi offered as he noticed she was the only one missing. He caught a glare from Minnie, her eyes piercing him from behind her drink. “What?”

“Oh, yeah.” You smiled. “If she’s awake, still.” Woozi nodded, heading up the stairs.

As he knocked on the door, it took a second for Mina to open it. He looked at her, hands in his pockets. “Hey. Everyone’s downstairs to.”

“I didn’t get her anything,” Mina said softly. Woozi’s eyes widened in shock. “That sounds unkind of me, doesn’t it?”

Woozi shrugged. “I don’t think it’s my business to determine who can be considered unkind.” He said simply. Mina nodded. Woozi could already notice the difference in demeanor that the once social and regal Mina now had. She seemed disconnected from their conversation, wanting it to end before Woozi even knocked on the door. Her eyes were cast down to her phone as she tapped away, and Woozi noticed they were red and puffy. He took a deep breath, nodding his head. “I’ll say you’re asleep.”

“Okay.” She said softly, before closing the door. Woozi stood there for a moment. It doesn’t seem you’re out of the woods yet, Hyungs. Woozi thought to himself. What will happen now? When he saw the small bit of light peeking from Mina’s room go out, he headed back downstairs and told them just that: she was asleep.

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The night drew to a close over a mixture of laughter and drinks, the moon hanging higher and higher in the sky. You felt a yawn overtake your body. You had opened your friend’s gift, each one making you happier than the last. Tissue paper and wrapping paper scattered the floor, which Joshua and Jeonghan were quick to begin gathering as everyone headed up to bed. You looked over to Mingyu, his arm still draped behind you the same way it was when you both sat down. You gathered your belongings in their bags, before finally standing up. Mingyu followed suit, smiling down at you.

“We should get some rest.” He said. “We have to leave early tomorrow so they can get the place cleaned up.”

“Okay.” You said. You heard Seungkwan and Hoshi poke their heads down from the top of the steps.

“Mingyu-Hyung! Time to give her the second part of your gift!” Seungkwan’s slurring as he shouted that made your cheeks turn red, and Mingyu frowned.

“You’re drunk.” He said. “Go to sleep and make sure to apologize to me for saying something stupid first thing in the morning.” Despite his attempt to be stoic, the comment had flustered him just as much. Seungkwan was shuffled off by Hoshi, and Mingyu finally turned his attention back to you. He motioned to your necklace. “Do you want me to take that off, or-?”

“Oh!” You nodded. “Sure. I’d hate to tangle it.” As you turned around, you felt Mingyu’s hands reach onto the back of your neck. For a second you felt his pull at the clasp, trying to unhook it from its coil. When he slurred out a few tipsy curse words, you laughed a bit. Finally, you felt it get loose and caught the necklace in your hands. “Thank you.” When you turned back around to Mingyu, your smile only widened. “I had so much fun.”

“Good.” He said. “When we get back home, do you think we can hang out again?” he smiled. “I’d like to go somewhere, you know, without them.” You nodded your head, eyes sparkling.

“I’d love to.” You said. “Let’s plan on the flight home, okay?” Mingyu nodded. “Okay. I’m going to get changed. Night.” You said. Just as you turned back around, you felt a large, yet gentle grasp envelop your hand. When you looked over again, you watched Mingyu lean down and plant a little kiss on your forehead. He looked down at you with sweet eyes, squeezing your hand.

“Happy birthday.” He said one more time. You nodded your head, before making your way up the steps, leaving Mingyu a second to recollect himself. He sat himself back on the couch, a deep exhale escaping his lips. He grinned, grabbing the rest of his beer and downing it as a congratulations for himself. He finally did it.

As you headed up the steps, closing the door to your room behind you, Joshua, Jeonghan, and Woozi were standing on the second-floor balcony. Woozi looked over at his brothers as they rested against the railing.

“You got over her fast, Jisoo-Hyung.” Woozi pointed out. The out of nowhere comment had Joshua give him an unamused glance, and he only grinned. “Just saying, one hug and a few rounds of volleyball was all it took, hm?”

“There was nothing to get over.” Jeonghan and Woozi shared a similar glance of ‘yeah, right’, but didn’t comment. “We’ll have this over with before the next term starts.”

“Good. I didn’t realize how much work it is to go to college.” Jeonghan said in relief. Woozi continued to watch as the two chatted about what going home would be like, their excitement to see their brothers once again. Woozi thought back to Mina’s distant expression an hour before as she typed away on her phone, the light of her screen showcasing the pain in her eyes.

“Congratulations.” He said simply. “Tell everyone I said hi, will you?”

Jeonghan chuckled at the request. “Just tell them yourself.”

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A collection of different cars was waiting for the group when they landed in Seoul that afternoon. As you entered the airport, you immediately saw a man waiting with Mina’s name written down on a large piece of paper to get her attention. Mina walked past, turning to you quickly. You set your luggage down so you could wave.

“Bye.” You smiled. “I didn’t think I’d be thanking you for such a great birthday when we first met but I’m glad you came.” Mina glanced up at Mingyu as you spoke. He was talking to his own collection of drivers that he called for everyone, motioning to you and your friends. The drivers were writing down who they were taking where.

“I’ll take her home myself.” He said, motioning to you. Mina frowned.

“Yes. I’m glad I came to.” She said simply. Pulling her mask over her face, you watched as she headed to her driver, the duo heading to the car he had waiting for them. You could sense her demeanor, but before you could think of it as anything other than exhaustion from the early breakfast and rush to the airport, Mingyu put his hand on your shoulder. You looked over.

“My drivers are taking everyone home.” He said. “Are you tired?”

“A little. I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Neither did I.” He smiled. “Do you want to stop for a coffee? I’ll take you home right after.” Your eyes fell on Joshua and Jeonghan for a second. They were chatting with the driver Mingyu sent in their direction. They immediately flashed you thumbs-up signs of approval for you to leave them and go frolic with Mingyu through Seoul.

“Okay.” Mingyu grinned at your confirmation, taking your hand like a child ready to go explore.

“Let’s go, then.” He said. You nodded, not even saying your goodbyes as Mingyu led you out towards the parking lot where his car was waiting for him in.

Woozi watched as all of your friends scattered, some taking Mingyu’s rides home while others carpooled together. He stuck his hands in his pockets, bracing himself for the long bus ride back to his apartment. He looked over at Hoshi resting against one of the pillars nearby as he seemingly waited for Seungkwan to return. The black-haired man seemed to notice he was being watched because he looked over to see Woozi, their eyes locking for a second. Woozi felt his heart catch in his throat for a second, but he found some courage to walk over.

“Hey.” He said. Hoshi smiled a bit, Woozi immediately noting that it was not the smile of someone excited to see another.

“Hey.” He said. Woozi took a deep breath.

“I’m glad we got to spend the weekend together. Even if it wasn’t all perfect.” Hoshi shrugged.

“I didn’t want to cause any problems this weekend.” He said simply. Woozi nodded his head. He looked over, seemingly to see where Seungkwan was and where he was coming back. Woozi could sense the urgency in Hoshi as he shifted from one foot to the next.

“Maybe we can-.”

Hoshi cutting Woozi off startled him a bit. “I don’t want to.” He said. “Not right now. I’m sorry. Like I said, I didn’t want to cause problems so I put aside my feelings for the weekend.” Grabbing his luggage, he pulled out a set of headphones, resting them on his neck. “I’ll be nice to you, for the sake of our mutual friend. That’s it.” Woozi nodded, still stunned. Hoshi seemed to hide the pain that was trickling in behind his eyes by pulling the headphones over his ears. “Get home safe.” Without another word, Hoshi made his way to Seungkwan as he popped up from around the corner, drinks in hand. He seemed quick on his feet, putting his arm around the other as the duo hurried down the terminal path. Woozi watched until they became one with the crowd. When he looked around, he saw that everyone had long since left on their own, leaving him alone yet again. He sank into one of the seats, resting his head against the pillar that was propped up behind it.

“Alright, then…” he muttered. “I guess it would have been too good to be true.”

“What was all that about?” Seungkwan asked, looking over at his unusually quiet Hyung.

“Hm?” Hoshi blinked.

“I saw you talking to Jihoon-Hyung. Are you okay?”

“Ah, yeah.” Hoshi nodded. “Just saying our goodbyes.” Seungkwan nodded as Hoshi turned back for a second, his eyes flooded by crowds of people going in and out of the terminals. No Woozi in sight. He sighed, looking straight ahead once again as they continued walking.

He didn’t know if he wanted those goodbyes to mean forever. Especially since, despite what he told himself, he was hoping to see Woozi walk into his life again.

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You looked out the window of Mingyu’s car as the both of you drove. Your luggage was stuffed in the back seat and the trunk as you hurried to hop in, Mingyu heading onto the parkway and straight to a coffee shop by your house. Mingyu looked over at you.

“You put your necklace back on?” He asked.

“Of course.” You said, taking it in your hands as you heard it mentioned. “I plan to keep it on unless I’m showering or sleeping. I never want to take it off.” A grin slipped onto Mingyu’s lips.

“Good, because it looks perfect on you.” Butterflies tickled the inside of your stomach, you had to contain a little squirm in your seat. In this moment, you felt like a high schooler who got a compliment from your crush. If you’re lucky, a compliment in high school means something more to come. When you looked over to Mingyu again, you wanted to ask.

“What does this mean for us?” you asked. Confusion on Mingyu’s face, his eyes glancing at you as he continued to drive. “Don’t look at me like that. You know what I mean.”

“Well, yeah.” He said. “But I’m still confused.”

“Moving beyond friends can be hard.” You said. “I’m not saying I don’t want to, but…”

“Ah, I see.” He said. Mingyu nodded his head in understanding. “You don’t want to ruin anything.”

“Right.” You said. After a second of silence that felt like an hour, you piped up again: “I don’t think anything will be ruined, of course! Obviously, I really like where our relationship is going from here on out. I just-.” A hand reached out, taking a second to find yours as he focused on the road. When it brushed your leg, you were quick to reach out and put your hand in his, allowing him to grip it and pull it a bit closer to the middle of the two seats.

“Don’t overthink it. You’ll get wrinkles.” His comment made you pout. As the car slowed to a red light, he looked over at you. “I’ve waited almost 2 years to tell you how I feel.” He said. “I don’t intend to lay my eyes on anyone else for as long as I live.” You watched him raise your hand, still grasped in his, up to his lips and kiss it gently. The sensation sent an enormous jolt of energy through your body, down your arm as It circled your chest and stomach. “I just want to be with you. Whatever that means, I’ll do it.”

“Okay.” You said softly, the humility in your voice making him smile as he rested your hands down once again.

“The dessert, at the very least, was 100 percent worth it.” When he felt daggers in his side, Mingyu snorted in amusement.

“…Really? The dessert?” You leaned closer to him. “That’s your highlight memory of last night?”

“Uh. Yeah.” Mingyu grinned playfully as you leaned back in your seat with a frustrated sigh.

“Tch. Take me home. I’m over this already.” That earned a deep belly laugh from Mingyu and a smile from you. As he pulled up to a nearby coffee shop, you watched as he pulled into the drive-thru. Both of you ordered your drinks, and after Mingyu paid because of course he did, you didn’t even have time to take out your wallet before Mingyu pulled his card out of his sleeve like a magician, you were on your way to the house.

“I was nervous I had misread everything this entire time,” Mingyu admitted. “That when I told you how I felt, you’d completely friendzone me or something. I was trying to brace myself.”

“Really?” you asked with a responsive nod. “I thought that I made it pretty obvious. Everyone else said I was.”

“Hah. No.” Mingyu grinned. “Not to me at least. But maybe it’s because I felt the same way. It cancels out or something.”

“Yeah. That’s how that works.” The both of you had to laugh at his logic behind the rims of your drinks. As your apartment came into view, you felt sadness in knowing that this entire ride, this entire weekend, was about to end. However, as you felt Mingyu’s hand reach back out, using your hand to fill the void of his empty coffee cup, you felt a smile creep onto your face. It wasn’t the end, but instead the beginning of something incredible.

When Mingyu pulled up to your apartment’s parking lot, he immediately opened the door, hurrying to grab your belongings and help you inside. The ride in the elevator, like always, was quiet, but you didn’t mind this time. You felt comfortable just in Mingyu’s presence. Also, you kind of had a feeling of what was awaiting you both at your front door, so you tried to keep yourself calm. As the elevator doors opened, the both of you headed to your front door. Mingyu set the luggage down, turning to you.

“I know you said you want to take some of this slow.” Mingyu began. The flustered expression on his face proves that your instinct in the elevator was right. “But does that mean that we can’t like…” he motioned his hands around, specifically pretty both of your lips. “You know?”

You shrugged, pursing your lips together. “I mean….” You took one step closer to him. “I guess we kind of already did.”

“Twice.” Mingyu nodded.

“Three times.” You corrected. Mingyu laughed a bit. You emphasized your thoughts on Mingyu’s question by getting onto your tiptoes. He immediately reached out to steady you when he saw your balance sway just slightly, you reaching out and holding onto his shirt. Mingyu’s smile only grinned a bit more, before the both of you finally stopped talking and sealed your goodbye with a kiss. This kiss, unlike the others, was much longer than the others, both of you taking the alone time you had to enjoy each other’s presence, just being held by one another. When you lowered yourself, finally pulling yourself away from Mingyu, you took a deep breath, smiling. Your cheeks were two cherry tomatoes, and it made Mingyu laugh as he pressed his fingers against them. You squealed.

“Oh, come on.” You gasped, trying to push his hands away. He laughed at your flustered reaction only getting more intense the more he teased you. “Alright, alright. Go home and get some rest.” You said, motioning him away.

“Alright, fine. I’ll call you later. I’m sure I have stuff I need to do when I get home with my dad.” He sighed at the thought. However, with how this weekend went, he felt a bit more confident going in to deal with his dad. He knew you would be waiting for him just a few-minute drive away whenever he needed it. “Get some rest yourself.” When the door opened, you pushed your luggage inside. Looking over at Mingyu one last time, you waved him off, before disappearing behind the door. Muffled welcomes were heard inside, but Mingyu turned on his heel, heading back into the elevator and down to his car. He put his hands in the pockets of his pants, grinning to himself the entire time as he descended down each floor of the apartment.

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“That was probably the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard,” Jeonghan said, turning to you from the couch. You frowned, crossing your arms.

“Seriously.” Joshua grinned, rubbing his shoulder. “I think my back pain hurts less.”

“Oh ha, ha.” You sneered, walking over. “Remember that when you want to go back into heaven.”

“Ooh, dating makes you snarky, hm?” Jeonghan teased. “I wish Mingyu luck.”

“Hey!” The duo laughed from their spots on the couch. You immediately stuck your hands in between them, causing them to look over. When they didn’t react immediately, you smiled. “Don’t you want to check?”

“Oh.” The boy jumped up in delight at the question, taking a second to grab your hands in their own. You watched as they took a second to glance at each other, seemingly anxious for the results held. A familiar warm sensation tickled your fingers as the duo relaxed, putting all of their focus on your hands. You watched, remembering what had happened this past term. From these two crashing into your life, to Mina slithering out of nowhere and calling herself your rival in the most polite way, only to do nothing but seemingly help you, to this weekend. Oh, this weekend. Your heart swelled just remembering every last detail. And now it was all going to come to an end with-.

“What the heck?” Jeonghan’s voice pulled you from your gleeful thoughts, eyes looking down at the little checks hovering above your hands; their ticket back into the pearly gates. You looked up at them, sensing their sense of panic by simply studying their faces.

“…They’re red.”

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Mingyu was driving home when his father called him. He answered immediately, something he hadn’t done in a while. “Hello,” he said, smiling.

“Hello, son.” He said. “Are you back in from Jeju?”

“Yes. I’ll be at the house in a few minutes. I have great news.” His father hummed.

“Do you?” Mingyu could sense the tone of his father’s voice, untrusted and passive-aggressive. He knew something Mingyu didn’t. A pit formed in the bottom of his stomach, and he blinked. “I heard about your weekend.”

“Yeah?” his voice cracked a bit, but he stared forward as he drove. “What exactly did you hear? I told you I was throwing a birthday party for my friend.”

“Mmm.” The simple nothingness his father gave as a response did nothing to ease Mingyu’s worries.

“...Did I do something you’re not happy with?” He asked. “You said I could use the beach house this weekend.”

“I said a lot of things, including allowing you and your friends to use the beach house.” Mingyu pulled to a red light, leaning back in his seat as he listened to his father on the other end. “Did Mina have a good time?”

“Mi-.” Mingyu felt that pit begin growing into a proper plant, and he bit his lip. “Father.”

“I’m asking a question, Kim Mingyu.” His father said. “Answer me now, before you make a fool of yourself in front of me when you get home.”

“I…I don’t know if she had a good time. She seemed to be enjoying herself with everyone.” Mingyu immediately recalled her standing before him, laying her heart out one last time in an attempt to win Mingyu over. He shook his head. “This isn’t about-.”

“Just get home, Kim Mingyu.” Without another word, his father hung up. Mingyu let out a deep sigh, shaking his head as he pulled past the now-green light.

As Mingyu ascended the stairs, saying quick hellos to the workers who eagerly greeted him back, he approached the large doors of his father’s study. His heart was pounding, unsure of what was on the other side. Pushing them open, he immediately saw his father sitting on the chair in the middle of the room. Mingyu looked at both couches, his neutral expression immediately dropping into a deep frown. Mina looked up from her spot on the couch, her father beside her. It looked like she had been crying, eyes red and puffy. She wiped them immediately. Mingyu’s attention was pulled back to his father as he rose, walking over to his son. “Father. What’s-.”

“Mina told me about your…weekend.” Mingyu lowered his hands to his sides, not knowing how to respond. “Not only did you not do the one thing I asked, but you made a fool out of Mina.”

“A fool?” He looked over at Mina, who looked down at her lap. “What did you tell them?”

“She told me you spent the entire weekend galivanting around with some common girl from school.” He immediately lifted up his phone, turning it to show a photo of you and Mingyu, sitting side by side early that morning, chatting during breakfast. Mingyu blinked. “Is this who the party was for?”

“...Yes…” he said softly. His father rose from his seat, hands behind his back as he approached his son. Mingyu, despite being taller than his father, felt his hands sweat as he stuck them into his pockets, watching as the man approached. He didn’t speak for a minute, but Mingyu still knew to stay silent.

“So, you used my property to court a young woman nowhere near your status or worth, when the woman I have intended to set you up with was right in front of you?” Mingyu glanced over to Mina, who still refused to look at him. “Mingyu.” The deep, disapproving voice caused Mingyu to look at his father, a small child caught sneaking in after curfew by his strict parent. If only it were that serious. “Do you think I am a fool?”

“Mina was helping the entire weekend. She brought balloons and fireworks and-.” Mingyu felt confusion course his body as if it were a race track, and it made him shiver. “I told her exactly how I felt and that’s it. How is it fair to her to lie for your sake?”

“She called her father sobbing last night. You sent her home alone, in tears. I raised you better than that.”

“You did. I have not strung Mina along at all, because I’m not like that. I already apologized many times to her.”

“What you are doing is throwing your entire future away for some low-life poor girl who-.”

“Don’t call her that.” Mingyu hissed, though his father did not flinch once at the many daggers he glared at him. “I actually, if you care about my happiness at all, love her.”

“You’re more of a fool than I thought.” His father said simply. “Not only for thinking you can go behind my back, but thinking you this woman ever had a chance with you. She’s a fool too.” Mingyu immediately turned his body, ready to walk out. However, his father added one more thing: “Mina told me one other thing. If you claim you love her.” Mingyu looked back, unsure as to what his father meant. However, he simply motioned to Mina, who finally stood up.

“I overheard her the first night, after we all were drinking,” she said, fumbling with her fingers. “Joshua was with her. And she confessed to him that she loved him.” Mingyu stayed silent, not sure how to react to the comment. “I was on the balcony, sobering up myself when I heard.” She took a deep breath. “I was not going to say anything at first because I knew she was drunk. But I should have. Sooner. I’m sorry.”

Mingyu shrugged. “I honestly don’t believe you,” he said simply. His father watched him continue to rub his cheek.

“Really?” he asked curiously. He lifted up his phone again, scrolling through many different photos. “Mina sent me these, last night.” His finger stopped scrolling at one of Joshua and you, standing by the barbecue as steam rose up around you, unaware that Mina was even taking a picture. He pointed at Joshua’s expression, eyes staring at you as you watched the cooking meat. “He, at the very least, looks interested in her. What if she’s after your money, Mingyu? Your reputation? You don’t know for sure!”

“She’s not! How could-.” Mingyu looked at Mina. “How could you even say that?!” You hung out with her all weekend!”

“I’m telling the truth!” Mina shouted. “Ask Joshua yourself if you don’t believe me!” Mingyu shook his head. “Why do you think he’s always all over her and making jokes about dating her? If they’re not already dating, already! Mingyu, I know she’s your friend. I just don’t want you to get hurt. Enough is enough. She should never have gone beyond friend status!”

“You helped me!” Mingyu shouted. “Is this some kind of sick game you’re playing?! Do you think this is funny?!” Mina went silent, looking down at her feet. “Mina, answer me!”

Before Mingyu could utter another word, a stinging sensation was strung along his cheek, his gaze forced to the side. His eyes, once they opened and refocused, steadied themselves on the wall of photos of him and his father over the years. It was littered with memorabilia from his father’s time in college, as well as photos of both him and Mingyu now, meeting with the heads of the school for various events that his father personally helped fund. Mingyu pressed a palm to his cheek, feeling the slight burn that radiated onto his palm. He heard Mina gasp in shock at the encounter, but he avoided her concerned gaze as his eyes fell on his father. He looked completely unfazed. “Do not speak to a young lady like that.” he hissed, disgust lacing his words. “Especially your fiancé.”

“...What?”

His father simply returned to his chair, sitting down. ��If you don’t care enough about your future to make a rational decision on your marriage, then I will have to do it for you. I’ve started the paperwork. You will be married to Mina by the end of the year.”

Mingyu’s cheek stung even more as those words hit his ears, though not as much as the tightening sensation in his heart as he thought back to the beach house. Joshua and Jeonghan holding you close, flirting and joking with you. The way Joshua looked at you, a gaze that matched Mingyu’s to an eerily similar degree, and the way he hugged you with so much love during volleyball.

There was just no way…right? It felt as if he had been slapped in the face again, though he figured it would hurt much less than the frenzy of emotions going on in his heart right now.

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big deep breath OK SO . ive been so excited for this comeback like idk with every new cb i feel like i get even more excited than with the precious one yk so i was really waiting for it to come out!! they released the mv while i was in class (they hate me) but during a little break not long after i managed to watch it and i was bobbing my head and swinging my feet at the sound LJKE U DONT GET IT I WAS GENUINELY SO HAPPY

honestly this is one of my fav svt albums and idk it just makes me so happy all the songs are so perfect and good there's not a single one i don't enjoy and the aesthetic is so cute and im so excited and impatient to FINALLY HAVE MY ALBUM IN MY HANDS ARGHHHH but yes this was such a success im so happy they broke so many records and they just continue to prove how talented they are wooooo

for the songs there isn't one i dislike at all but i really like SOS idk the beat js so nice and the lyrics are really good and this may be also due to me loving marshmello when i was younger but STILL !!! Diamond days makes me SOOOOO NOSTALGIC i love it so much im so glad they used kind off the same sound/sample as Shining Diamond im in love 💔💔 i think back 2 back is my fav song of the album!! i love minghaos highnote and the beat and just the overal vibe idk it stood out to me sm their voices fit the song so well im obsessed with the part around 1.30 where dino and hao sing in like a low voice? YGM BUT ITS SOOOOO GOOD just the entire song is so good i think tbh i have a soft spot for pu songs 😭😭😭😭 i haven't had much the time to really analyze yawn but the soft voices and vocals are heavenly i genuinely passed away BECAUSE YOU ARE MY BREATH 💔💔💔💔 LIKE WDYM UR MY BREATH WHY IS THIS SONG MAKING ME TEAR UP DONT EVEN LIE RNNN monster is such a fun song i just know I'll play it on repeat like fire while im walking to uni to wake me up and get me in study mode 💥💥💥 it's giving Halloween vibes and im here for it!!!! it's also just fun to me because my roommate/bsf and i bet on who sang the first line and she swore it was gyu and i swore it was vernon and today we didn't see each other much so like 1h ago she told me she saw in a lyric vid that gyu sang that line and i was like ??? girl i have weverse and i follow it religiously so ik it's both of them AND WE COULDNT AGREE BECAUSE WE DIDNT HAVE ANY PROOF so i ended up showing her weverse and it was so fun we were both right in the end and we did a silly dance LMAOOAOOOO IT WAS SO FUNNY 😻😻😻😻 but lemme tell u about headliner. FUCK THAT SONG BRO WHY AM I CRYING ??????? no it's actually my fav song along back 2 back like are u actually kidding me ???? this song makes me wanna study even more for my Korean classes like FUCK HEADLINER SO BAD 💔😭😭😭😭😭 I CRY AND LAUGH WITH YOU THIS NIGHT💔💔💔💔💔 WHERE WE OFFER ALL OUR LOVE💔💔💔💔 HOW BEAUTIFUL💔💔💔💔💔 BEVAHSE YOURE MY HEADLINER 💔💔💔💔💔 this moment when we shine together don't lie rn I'll actually kms and take a bath with my toaster like wow jumping of the 9th floor of the apartment building next door seems like such a fun activity today 😻😻😻😻😻😻

RIGHT OMG I WAS LITERALLY TUNING IN EVERYDAY AT 12 AM KST TO SEE IF THEY DROPPED FHE ANNOUNCEMENT AND WHEN THEY DID I WAS SOOOOO HYPED ‼️ like fml was SO huge i couldn’t wait for this one ALSO THE MV LITERALLY RELEASED DURING A PRACTICE FIRE DRILL FOR ME 😭😭

it genuinely is one of my faves too, like although the songs aren’t necessarily my fave of each unit (i still LOVE each one) the album was just so well put together ?? everything flowed perfectly and like usually it’ll take me like two or three listens to like some songs but i listened to the album start to finish ONCE and fell in love w EVERYTHING i’m not even kidding ❤️‍🔥 I CANR WAIT FOR MY ALBUMD TO GET HERE AYSHSHAHDJHS

right like there wasn’t a bad song at all !!! my fave has to be headliner bc it’s just so fucking emotional like woozi why u got me crying on the train home 😐😐😐 it gives me MAJOR our dawn is hotter than day vibes which i love sm !! the whole album vibes reminded me a little of you make my day a little i think it’s just me but yeah ‼️ i LOVED back 2 back too omg perf unit ALWAYS hits and YAWN OMG 😓 every track was amazing 😓😓😓 STOP THE DEBATES ON THE MONSTER FIRST LINE LMFAAOAOAO 😭😭 speaking of monster, cheol’s part.. changed me . i loved SOS too omg it gave such like band vibes ??

ALSO HELPPPPP HEADLINER’S LYRICS OMG 😓😓 my mom heard me listen to it and said “girl why are u listening to such sad lyrics..”

#dori .. 🪼#seventeenth heaven we luv you

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#and then they turn to me and have the audacity to ask if i have anything to add when they’ve all said everything there is to say

My Top Posts in 2022:

seventeen's reaction to their s/o being sensitive

request: seventeens reaction to having an over sensitive so? like their feelings get hurt easily

a/n: i dunno if these make any sense or if it's actually what you wanted... but here we are

cw: crying, mentions of arguments

genre: drabble, fluff

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s.coups

he gets pretty easily frustrated, so he notices it pretty early on in your relationship. the two of you would just be having a slight disagreement, and then he raises his voice a bit and you almost start crying. his mood changes so quickly. one second he's irritated, the next he's worrying and cooing about you. he would just immediately assume that he had done something wrong, and now he desperately needed to fix it. from that moment on, he's trying his best to think before he speaks or acts. if he would get ahead of himself again, and you start crying, he would cup your face in his hands and dry your tears away - all the while apologizing and cooing at you.

"no, no, no.. don't cry... i'm sorry, okay? i forgot, i'm sorry, baby"

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jeonghan

he found out almost immediately after meeting you. as usual, he was just playing around and teasing you. he hadn't expected you to get so upset by it but (and he wouldn't say this to anyone, ever, not even you) he found it a bit cute. the way your eyes filled up with tears and your eyebrows scrunched together as you asked in a tiny voice if he really meant it. jeonghan immediately knew he had to protect you at all costs. he started treading a bit lighter around you after that, although he still teased you lightheartedly. if anyone else did it, however, he would get very mad.

"hey, cut that out. i'm being serious, they don't like it"

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joshua

he found out the first time you watched a movie together. it was a cute scene of a dog meeting it's owner for the first time in years again. it was touching, of course, but not enough to make joshua cry. you, on the other hand, were sitting beside him and trying to hold back your sniffles. when he noticed it he started freaking out because he thought it was about something else. you had to explain to him that you were just a bit sensitive, to which he responded with saying that it was okay. he made a mental note of this moment, and made sure to treat you with care and always bring tissues when watching a sad movie.

"it's okay to cry, darling. here, do you want a tissue?"

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jun

he gets so confused. he just made a small joke about something you were doing, he wasn't expecting you to turn to him with tear-filled eyes. to be fair, it was a project you were very proud of and you were very excited to show him, so of course it made you upset when he joked about it. he saw his mistake, and apologized to you. but ever since then he made sure to be a bit more careful with what he says. he's good at remembering the little things about you, so whenever he sees that you're feeling a bit extra sensitive he always treads lightly around you even if you tell him it's okay. he cares for you, and he would do anything to make sure you're not upset.

"do you want to tell me what's gotten you so sad? can i fix it?"

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hoshi

he lives in the moment, so he doesn't always think about what he says. when he first noticed your sensitive side, he got so worried he had hurt you that he started crying too. he didn't even know what he had done, he couldn't really remember what he had said to make you so upset, but it felt horrible to watch you cry. then and there, he promised to never make you cry again. it didn't last of course. from time and time again he would speak without thinking and make you upset. it got so far that he started thinking that there was something wrong with him. he tried to just stop speaking. but that upset you even more. he realized if he really wanted your relationship to work, he had to start thinking ahead a bit. it was difficult at first, but he starts to get the hang of it eventually.

"why don't you just- never mind, let me rephrase that..."

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wonwoo

there weren't many opportunities for him to upset you, so it took a while for him to even notice how sensitive you were. he was quiet, gentle, and very good at reading your emotions - so it wasn't difficult for him to say the right things. but we don't always have control of our emotions, and one day, when he was particularly irritated by something else, he gently pushed you away and said he needed space when you tried to hug him. that was normal for him, but for you it felt like you had done something terribly wrong. you started apologizing and tearing up, and, before he could even react, you left the room. whatever had irritated him before was long forgotten, and now there was only worry for you in his heart. he comforted you and made sure that you knew that he wasn't mad at you.

"i'm really sorry, something happened earlier that just... forget it, that's not an excuse- i didn't mean to upset you, okay?"

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late night; wonwoo x reader

request from anon: prompt #10 with wonwoo? some very fluffy stuff, but the reader and wonu aren't a thing yet. there's something between them, and everyone can see it but they just haven't taken that step. basically like friends to lovers. and so the reader calls him late at night, and he's up gaming or something and then i'll let you figure out the rest!

prompt: "i can't sleep."

synopsis: it's late at night and you can't sleep, so you decide to visit your close friend wonwoo. the two of you end up playing games all night, and the winner gets to ask for a wish.

cw: implications of smut

genre: fluff, friends to lovers

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the rain made a pitter-patter sound against your windows. usually you enjoyed the sound, but now it was one of the factors keeping you from your much needed sleep. despite being incredibly tired you couldn't seem to rest. you had been laying in your bed, doing nothing, for at least an hour. the lights were off, the blinds were closed, and you were nicely tucked under the covers. there was only one thing keeping you awake; wonwoo. just this afternoon the two of you had been walking together, side by side, close enough for your hands to touch a few times. you felt like a teenager again, the smallest things about him would make your heart ache. you wanted to call him. he should still be up by now, he was always staying up late. you looked over at your phone which was laying on your bedside table. if he weren't awake then he simply wouldn't answer. what's the hurt in calling? you picked up your phone and clicked on wonwoo's contact. it rang once, then twice, and then- "hello? y/n?", his voice was raspy, but not as if he had just woken up which meant you hadn't woken him. "i can't sleep.", you sighed. there was a pause on the other side, you could hear him taking off his glasses and putting them down on a table. he must've been by his computer. "i'm playing some games right now, you could come over and play with me if you want to.", he said casually "that sounds nice.", you nodded, "i'll be there in half an hour." "i'll leave the door unlocked for you. just make sure to lock it after you get inside okay?", he said.

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your apartment was right next to the bus stop, so you could easily avoid the rain. however, on your way there you faced some problems. there had been a car accident on the road, making the bus take a different route. you would still be able to get off at the bus stop that was a block away from wonwoo's apartment, but it would take longer to get there. the seats were weirdly comfortable, and you were starting to feel sleepy. of course, when you actually get out of bed is when you'd be able to fall asleep. to keep yourself awake you took out your phone to text wonwoo. the bus had to take a different route due to an accident on the road :/ the three dots, indicating that wonwoo was typing, appeared quickly after your message was sent. he was always quick to answer your text, and tonight you were especially thankful for it. damn.. are you okay? his concern struck you as odd. it wasn't as if you had said that you were in the accident. nevertheless, you decided to not question it. yeah, just annoyed. i'll be at your place 10 minutes later than expected, okay? he responded with an "ok" and a thumbs up emoji. you smiled. with him, messages were alway short and to the point. in the beginning of your friendship, maybe six or seven years ago, you would constantly complain about the lack of emojis in his texts. since then he started using them consistently, even going overboard sometimes to annoy you. with a sigh, you put your phone down and looked out the window. the rain was still pouring, and you were still thinking of best friend in ways that one wouldn't normally do. you thought about when the two of you would sit right next to each other on the couch while having a movie night. at the end of the movie the two of you always ended up laying snuggled up together somehow. you thought about how he would sometimes grab your hand when crossing the road, because you hadn't noticed the lights turning green. you thought about him being your main source of comfort, and how you're not sure you could live without him. that's why you hadn't told him about your feelings, what if he wouldn't reciprocate them. instead you kept your emotions deep inside you, under lock and key. now you were beginning to be afraid, what if they came pouring out one day much like the rain was still pouring down outside. the bus called out your bus stop, bringing you out of your daydreams.

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the walk to wonwoo's apartment from the bus stop was quick, but you still managed to get soaked. when you got to his door you swung it open, he had left it unlocked like he said he would - and you locked it after you like you promised. after taking off your shoes you walked to wonwoo's gaming room, where the only light in the apartment was coming from. "hey, i'm here.", you said, "where do you keep your towels now again?" "why do you need a towel?", he turned around to look at you and noticed you were completely soaked, "oh.. is it raining?" you laughed at his aloofness, while he walked up to the window to peek through the blinds. "shit, sorry.", he sighed and took off his glasses to pinch his nose bridge, "i was wearing headphones so i couldn't hear the rain... i would've come and gotten you if i knew it was raining. do you want to take a shower or something?" "that'd be nice actually.", you nodded, "do i still have some of my clothes left here?" "i can look.. you can just borrow mine while i throw those clothes in the wash otherwise.", he went to pause his game before walking out of the room, "ugh, why is it so dark?" you let out another laugh and followed him to the bathroom.

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after a warm shower you put on the clothes wonwoo had left for you. finally, you knew where your favorite pair of sweatpants had gone - you didn't even remember leaving them here. there was one of your old laundry day shirts, along with one of wonwoo's zip-up hoodies. you quickly put it on and walked out of the room "i made tea.", wonwoo said as he heard the door creak open. he was in the kitchen, with two cups in front of him. "thanks.", you said, "... i'm really happy you're still up." he nodded in acknowledgement, but didn't say much else. he didn't have to, because there wasn't much else to say. you took your tea cup and went to sit down on the couch by his TV. "what game were you playing before?", you asked. "well, that was a single player game so it doesn't matter.", he sat down next to you, "let's find something else." he picked up a controller and turned the console and TV on. the two of you looked through his assortment of games, and suddenly you gasped. "let's play mario kart!", you said excitedly, "i've gotten so good, please!" "alright.", he grinned, "i'm still gonna beat you, though, so don't get your hopes up."

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"aha! i'm winning!", you shouted. the cups of tea were only half empty, and long forgotten on the coffee table. wonwoo let out a groan as he watch you cross the finish line in first place. his promises of beating you had been broken a few times tonight. both of you had played around five times already, with you winning three rounds. it was very late, and you were actually starting to get sleepy again. "it's because of the blue shell! if you hadn't gotten that blue shell i would've won! i was in first!", wonwoo exclaimed as he passed the finish line in fourth place. "but i did get it!", you faked an evil laugh, "i told you i had gotten better at this!" "let's play another round!", he said, "one more and then we should sleep." "hm.. alright. don't get your hopes up, though", you mocked what he had told you before. he let out a sarcastic laugh, and was about to press play for a new round when you stopped him. "wait, let's make this fun.", you grinned, "winner gets to wish something from the loser!" "fine with me!", he started the game. much to your dismay, you ended up losing. let's just say that wonwoo's lucky he has very thick walls, otherwise his neighbors would've hated him by now. you sat down on the couch with your arms crossed over your chest. after a screaming-fest the two of you realized how tired you were, and everything went quiet. you looked over at wonwoo, who was grinning. "so, what's your wish then?", you asked, annoyed. his big grin turned into a soft smile, filled with a warmth that you couldn't quite place. he put away his controller. "kiss me...", he said, "... if you don't mind, i'll wish for you to kiss me." your eyes widened in shock, which he noticed quickly. his smile never faded, but there was a glimmer of something sad in his eyes. "it's alright, i know that was a weird request.", he didn't break eye contact, "forget i said anything if it makes you uncomfortable." instead of listening to anything else he had to say, you leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to his lips, which were so soft you could've mistaken them for clouds. as you pulled away you saw his smile grow wider. you moved a bit closer to him and put your hand on his knee, so that you could lean forward once again. this time he welcomed you by cupping your face in his palm and bringing you closer. you kissed again, and you hand moved from his knee to his shoulder. everything else was drowned out, there was only you two. without breaking the kiss, you used his shoulder to lift yourself up and swing one of your legs over his lap so that you were straddling him. wonwoo's hands went to your hips as his tongue swiped across your bottom lip. the kiss started getting heated, and was quickly turning into a full on make out session. the tension that had built up between the two of you for the past six years was finally released. however, it was all interrupted by the mario kart theme song replaying on the TV behind you. you broke the kiss by smiling, and eventually pulling away to laugh at the soundtrack that had been playing whilst the two of you were eating off each other's faces. when you turned your attention back to wonwoo he was staring at you with a soft, amused, smile, and adoration in his eyes. "should i turn the game off?", you asked, and he nodded.

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the next morning you woke up in a softly lit room. the blinds had softened the bright glow of the sun, leaving the room coated in a golden hue. laying next to you was, a still fast asleep, wonwoo. the covers were pulled up to his mid-torso, leaving his upper torso exposed. much like everything else in the room, his bare skin was tinted golden. your hand reached out to his collarbone, gently running your fingers over his skin. when your hands reached his shoulders you slowly pulled yourself a bit closer to him, and put your head against his chest. he was warm, and you could hear his heartbeat beating slowly. "good morning.", he said in a low morning voice. "did i wake you up?", you asked tenderly. he rubbed soothing circles on your bare back and hummed in response to your question. you apologized, to which he responded with kissing the top of your head. "... do you regret it?", he asked, with a worried tone in his voice. "not at all.", you looked up at him, "but let's talk about it later, okay? i don't want to ruin half a decade worth of friendship." you giggled, and he let out a scoff. his hair was messy, and so you reached up to fix it. as your fingers ran through his hair, he closed his eyes in bliss. "have i ever told you that i've dreamt of this..?", he let out a content sigh. "no, you haven't.", you breathed out a laugh, "did your dream continue after this?" "yeah.", he nodded with his eyes still closed, "we made breakfast together... and you kissed me while i was making coffee." "hm..", your hands went back to his shoulders, "it sounds nice. do you want to try it?" "sure.", he looked at you, leaned down and placed a short and sweet kiss to your lips, "could you get me my glasses?"

1,416 notes - Posted April 23, 2022

them zipping up your dress; seventeen x fem!reader

request: could i get a seventeen reaction to having to zip up teir girlfriends dress???

a/n: these aren't great, but i had some spare time on my hands and i wanted to write something quick

cw: slight sexual themes, no smut

genre: fluff, established relationship

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s.coups

it depends on his mood. either he'd be super giddy, and giggle a bit to himself while zipping up your dress for you. he just thinks it's so cute that you need help with something so small, and then he gets to see you in a beautiful dress - why would he not giggle to himself? if he's not giddy, he's very serious. imagine that you haven't seen each other for so long, and you finally get to go out on a proper date together again. you turn your back to him as you're getting ready and ask him to zip you up. the sight of your bare back alone drives him a bit insane because yes, he's that down bad. he would slowly drag your zipper up, feeling your skin with his fingertips while doing so. when he's finally done, he leaves a small kiss on your shoulder - a non-vocal promise that he would also be helping you pull the zipper down later. then he would look you in the eye through the mirror, and speak to you in a soft and love-filled voice. "you look beautiful."

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jeonghan

you would be scared to ask him to zip you up, as you should be. most of the time, you could zip yourself up, but at the times when you couldn't you would have to ask him. you had already pulled the zipper up as much as you could; and what does he do first? pull the zipper down of course. he would chuckle at your reaction, the way you would put your hands over your chest to hold the dress up, and look at him with an irritated face. he would always give in, and just zip you up normally though. you would turn to him, still irritated, but it would all be forgotten when he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek and took your hand in his. "you know i'm just messing with you.. let's go show off how pretty you look in this dress to everyone."

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joshua

he would gladly do it, and tries not to be a tease in the process. however, it always manages to slip out. joshua zips you up normally, all be it a bit slowly, but before you can leave he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to his chest. he leaves wet kisses along your shoulder, up to your neck, and a final peck to your cheek. at the end of it all, your drunk on his love and you turn around to kiss him. he leans his forehead against yours, preventing you from getting your kiss. when you sigh and pout, he only smiles. "i don't want to mess up your lipstick. we should get going, shouldn't we?"

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jun

he gets shy, very shy. it happens every time, ever since he managed to break your zipper that one time. at first he tries to get out of it, saying words of encouragement for you to do it yourself. it doesn't work though because your arms simply can't reach that far. he finally caves in and helps you. whenever his fingers brush against your back, he freezes until you tell him it's okay. he just really doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. when he's done, you turn around and give him a kiss as a thank you - but that only makes his face more red. "help, y/n, the zipper is stuck again- wait no... it's fine, i got it."

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hoshi

another tease. whenever you ask him to zip you up, the first thing he does is not zipping you up. the first thing he always has to do is put his hands on your bare back. he puts his hands inside the unzipped dress, and gently caresses your waist. this is his attempt at getting you to take off the dress and not go to the event. it has only worked once, when the event you were going to wasn't that important. he will still try every single time, and it's hard to not give in. eventually, he does zip up the dress - and he does it quickly because if his first trick didn't work, nothing will in his eyes. "come on, just this once... i would much rather spend some time with you than go to this stupid thing- what do you mean i always do this?"

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wonwoo

he has a very matter of fact approach, and just zips you up. when you look at him with a small pout he's very confused. he did what you asked, what more could you want? when you tell him that you wanted it to "be romantic", he was even more confused. why is the zipping of the dress romantic. you told him to take his time with it, and he tried it again. suddenly, he was a master at zipping up dresses, sensually brushing his fingertips against your bare skin. when you looked back at him, the tips of his ears were bright red and he was trying his best to keep his composure. you asked him if he understood now, and he quickly nodded. with a smile you pressed a kiss to his cheek and thanked him for helping you. "i could do it again... sometime..."

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woozi

you have been eyeing his hands for hours now. the two of you were getting ready, and ever since his slender fingers had rolled up the sleeves of his black button-up you eyes had been on them. the truth was that you didn't need help zipping up your dress, but you wanted him to do it anyway. he was asking you to hurry up, since the two of you were starting to be late to the party. you responded with that you just needed to zip up your dress, but that you couldn't reach. he let out a sigh and walked over to you. he carefully straightened out the fabric and firmly closed the zipper. his hands traveled from your back to your shoulders, and you put one of your hands over his. "you look really pretty, my love... we're in a hurry, so let's go."

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another shy boy! he'll approach you slowly as you ask for help with your zipper. it might seem like a sensual move, but it's really because he's freaking out. you can't see his face in the mirror, but it's burning up as he zips up your dress. when he had zipped you p, he quickly steps away and walks out of the room. you can hear small happy shouts on the other side of the door, and you can only laugh to yourself. when he walks back in, he looks seemingly normal but as if he had forgotten something. "i forgot to say you look gorgeous, sweetheart-"

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1,628 notes - Posted June 6, 2022

soft; beomgyu x reader

request: beomgyu is our pisces bc I love him and so do u :) key-points: half asleep morning sex, it feels like a dream, he had a very very vivid dream and now your making it come true for him, it’s sweet and feels like clouds and dewy mornings

synopsis: waking up next to you always felt like a blessing to beomgyu, especially when he can show just how much he appreciates you

a/n: in my head, i wrote this for chubbier ppl because i don't see them getting enough representation on here. of course, you could ignore this and make your own interpretation

cw: mentions of a wet dream, slight dry humping, beomgyu is a tits guy, slight oral (f receiving), protected sex

genre: fluff, smut, established relationship

word count: 1.8k

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You woke up to the sound of rain smattering against the window. It was soft, barely audible, and was a pleasant sound to wake up to. Much like the softness of the rain, your boyfriend's arms were gently wrapped around you. His head was on your chest, and you brought your hand up to the back of his head to keep him there. There was a great need in you to keep him as close as possible. It must have been because you hadn't seen him for so long.

Beomgyu stirred in his sleep as your fingers moved through his hair. It was too cold outside the covers, and he moved closer to you to steal some of your warmth. You watched as his nose scrunched up and his eyes shut tighter. He was waking up.

"Gyu? Wake up, baby.", you petted his head as he nuzzled his face into your chest.

"Why...", he groaned and held you tighter.

"Breakfast?"

"I don't want breakfast."

"You don't want breakfast?"

"No." he grumbled, "I want to stay here."

His voice was raspy and his eyes were still shut. If you ever wanted to do something during the day, then you would have to get him up right now.

"What if I make you your favorite breakfast?", you hum, "Would you get up then?"

With a quiet groan, Beomgyu got on top of you. His elbows leaned on either side of your stomach, and his face was right above your chest. You let him have his moment and laid still on your back. One of his hands went under your sleep shirt, feeling the warm and plush skin of your stomach.

"So I can have you?", he asked with a lazy grin.

"Me?", your face flushed.

"Yeah", he lifted up your shirt slightly and pressed a kiss to your stomach, "You."

You let out a shuttering breath as he kissed down your abdomen, over your hips, and to your thighs. This wasn't a part of your plan to get him out of bed, but you were really appreciating this turn. However, you were starting to wonder what had gotten into him.

"But you wanted breakfast, no?", he stopped.

"Beomgyu...", you sighed, "Could you please not do that today?"

"I'm not doing anything."

"Yeah, that's the problem.", you said, "Why are you even doing this?"

He leaned over you, resting his head on your chest once again. Beomgyu pouted, trying to make you feel some pity for him. It was actually working, but maybe just because he looked so cute.

"I had a dream - a nice dream - and you woke me up from it.", he muttered.

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2,121 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

just ask; wonwoo x fem!reader

request: hi, is it possible for you to write a wonwoo smut? pairing fem reader and gamer boyfriend wonwoo? ofc fine if not, but ty if u do! <3

synopsis: you're not very good at asking for things, especially not of the sexual kind. but maybe you can be driven to a point where you simply have to ask.

a/n: hiiii this took super long to write bc i got a mini-writers-block in the middle of it. i'm sorry if it feels super awkward at some points.

cw: unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), begging, praise, use of pet names

genre: smut, established relationship

word count: 4.2k

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Wonwoo wasn't a neglective boyfriend. In fact, he spent a lot of his attention on you. He enjoyed spending time with you, doting on you, buying you gifts, and doing anything else you would love for your boyfriend to do. But Wonwoo also has other interests, like any ordinary human person. That isn't your problem, per se. You liked that he had other hobbies, that you could be two individuals who weren't constantly dependent on one another... but right now, you felt a bit dependent on him.

No, Wonwoo wasn't a neglective boyfriend, but right now, he was neglecting you - even if it was unintentional. While you were withering away on the bed, he was in your shared office where he had put up his gaming set-up. You loved that he played with his friends, and it was good that he interacted with people - is what you kept repeating in your head while you tried to suppress that static feeling rippling up in your lower stomach. You were immensely horny because of an event this morning, which Wonwoo had somehow completely forgotten about.

Your eyes had fluttered open to see him sleeping beside you. His bare, broad chest was on display for you, as the covers were only dragged up to the middle of his torse. There was only one thought in your brain as you reached out your hand to touch him. In his tired, still half-asleep state, he brought you closer and nuzzled his face into your neck.

"Good morning, love.", his voice was raspy, it made you feel dizzy.

Your fingers went to the nape of his neck, from where they then traveled to his hair. A content sigh escaped your lips as Wonwoo placed soft kisses all over your neck.

"Is my baby feeling a bit needy today?", he laughed lazily as you tried to press yourself closer to him.

"Mhm...", you hummed, "You looked so good, so, how could I resist?"

He looked up at you, squinting ever so slightly because he still hadn't gotten his glasses from the nightstand, and gave you a tired smile. It was his thanks for the compliment.

"I'm sorry, love, I really have to leave as soon as possible.", he shifted around in bed before he sat up.

Before you could start whining and complaining, he pressed a kiss to your cheek. You watched him put on his glasses and walk over to the dresser to find some clothes for the day.

"I promise that I'll give you some extra attention when I get home tonight, okay?", he said when he saw your disappointed expression.

"I'll keep you to that.", you said and went back to sleep.

You hadn't kept him to it. He came home, the two of you ate dinner together, and you said you wanted to go to bed. He just kissed your cheek and said goodnight. It left you confused and somewhat irritated, but he couldn't exactly read your mind, so how could you blame him. You had trouble with telling him what you wanted. It felt embarrassing to admit having needs for some reason. While it was something that you both had actively worked on, you hadn't ever initiated something on your own. He always had to encourage you to tell him what it was you needed. It was fun, but you still felt embarrassed to ask for something so out of the blue.

Which is why you were walking back and forth in front of the office door. Blue light streamed out of the crack in the door, and you could hear Wonwoo talking into his headset. His voice was low and raspy, just like this morning, and it definitely didn't help your state of mind. Your fingers gripped at the hem of the shirt you were wearing. It was Wonwoo's shirt. One that you had stolen from his wardrobe earlier this evening. You had wanted to be bold, so you were only wearing a pair of black, lacy panties underneath - which you knew were his favorite of yours - but now you were regretting it a bit. Maybe it was a dumb idea, and you should just go to bed. But you wouldn't be able to sleep much if you went to bed now anyway.

"Baby? Is that you?", you heard Wonwoo call out for you.

You peeked your head through the door after opening it ever so slightly. His eyes met yours. He looked tired, but he was still smiling warmly at you.

"Thought I heard someone outside...", he muttered and motioned for you to come in, "You can sit with me if you can't sleep."

Usually, it was precisely what you needed - but not right now. You didn't say a word. Instead, you just went to sit by your desk. Wonwoo turned his gaming chair around to look at you, looking a bit confused. As if it were the most obvious thing ever, he patted his lap to signal for you to sit there instead. Your office chair was safe. There you could wriggle around uncomfortably as you watched Wonwoo tap away at his keyboard. He would never know that you were struggling if you sat in your chair, but of course, he didn't want you to sit there. Whenever you had trouble sleeping, you would come into the office and sit on his lap. It was your routine, and Wonwoo didn't break routines. Hesitantly, you made your way over to him.

"I don't want to interrupt your game...", you mumbled as an excuse.

"You're not.", he said casually, "We're in the waiting lobby right now, and I turned the mic off. I'm just going to play one more round and then I can take you to bed."

His hands were on your waist, pulling you in closer and urging you to sit down on his lap. You knew he loved to have you sit there while he played since he had frequently called you his little blanket. Right now you weren't his little blanket, you were just his incredibly horny girlfriend, and you just wanted him to see that without any questions asked.

"Come on, baby.", he interrupted your racing thoughts, "I really don't mind, okay?"

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3,373 notes - Posted July 25, 2022

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pairings: Lucifer x Fem!Reader, Mammon x Fem!Reader, Leviathan x Fem!Reader

warnings: tw abandonment (but it turns out okay, I promise), mentions of the act of birthing,

A/N: you came to the right place! as the second oldest of six children, I have some experience when it comes to pregnancy:) I hope you don't mind, nonny, but I'm gonna split this up into a few parts so I can do the dateables as well!

Lucifer

The moment you had shyly produced the positive pregnancy test from the pocket of your hoodie, it felt like Lucifer had entered into a fever dream filled with nursery designs, baby names, the expenses that pile up before the baby even arrives, researching human pregnancy, keeping you out of harm's way and healthy and happy...

So when you first stagger out of bed and rush to his bathroom, hand clamped over your mouth and one shaky hand on your slightly swollen tummy, Lucifer isn't surprised

He is very concerned, however. You had been so nervous to tell him of your pregnancy, you waited until the last moment before your bump was noticeable to tell him

That meant you had been suffering from all of these pregnancy side effects before he'd permanently moved you to sleep in his room

Lucifer hoists himself out of bed and pads into the bathroom, gathering up your hair, if any, into his fist and pulling your hunched form between his legs for support

You hate this feeling with a passion; throbbing stomach and a lump in your throat with little to no vertigo and tears rolling down your face as you try and catch your breath

You tell him it hurts, you ask him if he can take the pain away as your head rests on his chest, lashes fluttering with wooziness

Lightheadedness was unbearably common; you would suddenly grip his sleeve and he could watch the color drain from your face and your knees get shaky, body beginning to sway

He always catches you though, finding a place for you to sit or lie down and gather yourself

Tummy rubs become more common; the feeling of his hands against your bare tummy, spreading their warmth and nullifying the ache, allowing you to relax

He's extremely attentive as well and can tell whenever you need something

Water? Here's a cup sweetheart, remember, you're hydrating and eating for two people!

Craving something? Chocolate? Fried pickles? Chips of some kind? sweets? He's stockpiled anything you could want and locked it away just for you.

I feel like Lucifer would want your baby to be a little girl. A little princess he can carry on his shoulders and spoil with his love and gifts.

Satan ruined him for having another baby boy, but if that's how the cards fall, he certainly wouldn't mind. Unfortunately, he'd be constantly walking on eggshells, afraid he'll make your little boy into another rebellious child

That's the last thing he wants

Lucifer does his best to keep his kid away from Satan and Belphie and out of the 'Formerly Anti-Lucifer League', but sometimes you're taking a nap or out shopping with Asmodeus, and Satan and his brothers manage to coerce the little one into their shenanigans

One thing is for sure though, even if Lucifer didn't want any kids and the creation of one was unplanned, he would never ever turn you away

He's very responsible and does anything in his power to make the pregnancy as easy and happy as possible

On the day you are to give birth, he's a mess

He has already sweat through 3 shirts by the time the IV has been secured to your hand

Everything he says doesn't come without a stutter

He's squeezing your hand and kissing your hair during labor, trying to distract you from the burn between your legs as much as he can

You probably need extra stitches from baby's horns ngl

Definitely cries before the baby is even put in your arms

Refuses to let his brothers come and see you, "They can wait until we go home."

Lucifer is Smitten™

He smooches the tiredness under your eyes and tells you to get some rest

Surprisingly, he enjoys a lot of the names from the human world you discuss and will most likely pick one of those

But if it's a girl, her name is Lilith. I'm sorry MC, your input is invalid at this time

You don't regret 'final day in the devildom sex' at all when you get to witness the Avatar of Pride reduced to tears when the nurse puts the child in his arms

P-P-Pregnant? MC, ya better be jokin'...

Mammon

You weren't, judging by the pregnancy test(s) clutched in your fist

He's not mad at you, he's not upset, (in fact, he's the happiest he's ever been), he just scared

Broken Condom Victim™

He loved you just a bit too hard last week...

but let's be real here, HIS MC, carrying HIS baby?

That's like the highest level of ownership on his lovely human you could get! Levi, Asmo, Beel, Lucifer, everyone would be SOOOO JEALOUS!!!

AND

He gets to have a little one running around again!

You saw how sweet he was to babified Satan in the obey me anime premier! He LOVES little kids and nothing would make him happier than someone to play with (besides MC of course) that wouldn't make fun of him for messing up and being silly!

AND

You're so pretty!!

I mean, ya were always pretty, but somethin' about ya is different and yer even more beautiful than before somehow!

Mammon said, his entire face the shade of a pomegranate

Pregnancy glow is REAL

Asmo agrees, after stealing you away from an extremely overprotective mammon and hiding in the attic to chat without disturbance (mammon)

But as much as YOU know he would be the BEST father, comments from his brothers continue to drag him down and the evenings he cried into your shoulder became more and more frequent as your pregnancy progresses

Mammon, as we all know, is, in fact, a tiddy man

He likes to touch and squeeze them, and just gently hold them while cuddling or even browsing in a store, he'd just come up behind you and touch your boobs

(also, mammon likes all sizes, so if you have next to no tiddy like me, you'll be at his mercy as well. those with the large honkers, however, watch yourself)

Now that there's a miracle growing in your tummy, other parts of your body are preparing for its arrival, including your chest

Swelling, swelling, soreness, growing and darkening of the nipples, and swelling make it so Mammon can no longer touch your pretty tiddies :(((

(grammarly didn't like that word)

On the day mammon snack size was to be born, mammon is silent but extremely fidgety

It was early in the morning when you'd shaken him awake like, "mammoney, I'm going into labor" and he was out of bed and out the door with your luggage before you finished blinking

After grabbing your DDD's and you, he carries you down to the car (what dysfunctional family doesn't have a car? a nice one (Mercedes, Audi, you get the idea) for lucifer and a Volkswagon bus or something for his siblings to share) and drives quickly, but very carefully drives to the hospital, holding your hand the whole way.

He covers your eyes when they put the IV in, just in case you're squeamish, and rubs your arms as the drugs begin to take effect and there's a little fear in your eyes at the thought of pushing an entire human/demon being out of your coochie

He assures you and never lets go of your hand no matter how long you're in labor

When it's all over with and you are resting in your hospital bed waiting for the doctors to finish the Apgar tests and give you your baby

Mammon is speechless as the nurse places the baby in your arms

That's HIS KID!!

Immediately starts crying

The little horns poking out of the blanket? Those look just like his!!

Judging by the bit of hair on it's head, it looks like the baby will have hair like yours

If it's a baby boy, he thinks it should be named "Mammon II" but you just giggle and remind him of the deal he made with lucifer long ago, that his first born child, no matter the gender, had to have 'Lucifer' somewhere in their name

Human names are dumb, except for yours of course, so he searches for suitable demon names

The last thing he wants is a kid named Lucifer, so that will be the kid's middle name

He really regrets his past decisions now

Leviathan

"Levi?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I'm pregnant."

*leviathan has been KO'd*

No joke, this man is literally floored and didn't wake up for a while and you were afraid you had just slain the fucking Lord of Shadows

Some Henry you were

You had to call Lucifer in to wake him up because he was still flat on the floor a half and hour later

Mammon is more that happy to tip a bucket of ice water on the face of the son of a bitch that impregnated HIS MC

Levi wakes up and pounces on you, gripping you tightly by the arms

"You're k-kidding r-right?"

Him? A father?

Uhhhhhhh

Unfortunately, Leviathan.exe has stopped working, try again in two thousand years

I hate to say this, but he definitely detaches himself for a while until his brothers, especially Asmodeus, literally beat him into shape

He comes back to you, a little bruised and sobbing, but not from the beating he just received

He's so sorry he neglected you! He's such a horrible demon, undeserving of your welcoming nature

He's gonna be the worst dad, and he's not good enough for you, and his kid will hate him just like everyone else does, he doesn't deserve you, he's so sorry for making you suffer the side effects and feel all alone,

Sir, I-

FALSE

It's your turn to shake some sense into him, reminding him that he would be the. best. dad!!

Not to mention the fact that you were just happy he realized his mistakes and came back to you

He begs you to sleep in his bed tub with him for security, and you have to admit his tail is very comforting

Levi does extensive research on human pregnancy and now at the dinner table, instead of talking about the latest slice of life anime he'd been watching, he's just spouting random pregnancy facts and you're laughing so hard it brings you to tears

When the weird dreams and vivid nightmares happen, Levi is right behind you, rubbing your swollen tummy, and letting you talk about them

A lot of them were about him and about your future child

Most of them were about how they got hurt in some way, either that or YOU got hurt and the baby died

These, more often than not, brought you to tears and stress you out, but Levi is right there, okay? Nothing can hurt you, nor would he let anything happen to you on his watch

Learns how to massage you (safely) to reduce stress

Definitely talks to the baby a lot

Levi begged you to be induced so the birth was safe and not a sudden occasion and you agree

On the day the doctor recommended, you arrived at the hospital and got down to business

Levi didn't really want to be in the room with you, but he knew he had to for your sake and he'd played a few birth simulators from both perspectives and you really needed him

Kinda sits there awkwardly comforting you and encouraging you, holding your hand and caressing your cheeks, a bit flushed from exertion and tears

Listen

If the baby is a boy, his name will be Henry and that's final

If it's a girl, he doesn't really care, as long as you don't name her 'mammonia' or something dumb like that

definitely crashes your hospital bed to snuggle until the baby is ready

cries when the baby wraps its extremely small digits around one of his own

also at the little horns protruding from its head

and the tuft of purple in its head

Also Smitten™

He's so excited to get home and show off his beautiful baby to his brothers and then formulate a plan to raise the kid to live and breathe TSL just like his daddy <3

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Caratland 2022 - Day One || Minnie

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*♫*･Caratland Day One Highlights

𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼

As expected by Carats, Minnie didn’t change her hair colour

Once the doors opened, she was seen standing between Dino and Jeonghan and couldn’t help but to smile when she got see Carats again

During their game segment, she sat down between S.Coups and Seungkwan

She wasn’t very good at answering any of the questions, so just decided to sit back and enjoy, laughing at the others who tried so hard

At some point during the performance she could definitely feel some sort of panic rising up inside of her. Minnie just suddenly felt very overwhelmed with being on stage again after such a long time of not performing in front of a crowd. Everything was fine after a few deep breaths though.

Since her and Seungkwan are known to have a very broad knowledge when it comes to K-Pop, she served as the joker for the next game and whoever won Rock, Paper, Scissors, was allowed to have her on the team.

She was put into Team V with Dino, Mingyu, Vernon, and Hoshi.

Minnie was laughing her ass off at Minghao, who was forced to sing “Horangi Power” and Jesus Christ, her face when Jeonghan performed “Cold Blooded”😳.

She was Jun’s biggest hype woman during his performance of “Crooked”

And she smiled so hard when Joshua had to sing “Zero Conduct” because it surprised her how much he got into it.

OOOOH, what a SHOCKER this stage was😮‍💨

God damn…

A lot of Carats got to question their sexuality thanks to Minnie.

After some consideration because of certain dance moves, they still decided to go with just giving the members the same roles as the individual ‘96 Liners have, so:

Jun -> Minghao (Lead Dancer)

Hoshi -> Minnie (Main Dancer)

Wonwoo -> Mingyu (Main/Lead Rapper)

Woozi -> DK (Main Vocalist)

Did Minnie wear a black bra on purpose? Yes. Yes, she did. And she got a high five from the stylist. The rain was a paid actor that night.

The VCR was… quite something.

She was put as Mingyu’s cowgirl friend and god, she was not able to hold back her laughter for long.

She slipped. Of course she did. And she cursed. Thankfully, the microphone didn’t get it but damn she was annoyed.

After the performance her and Dino tried to glide across the stage and she would’ve fallen again if it wasn’t for Wonwoo catching her. Eventually he just joined them.

Minnie scolded him for taking off his shoes.

Minnie was sitting between Joshua and Mingyu and the moment they sat down, looking straight ahead into the crowd, she could already feel herself tearing up.

Hearing all the member’s words just made her feel even more emotional, but she was able to hold the tears back. Mostly.

When she put on the jacket, Mingyu turned to her and saw her red eyes and started smiling at her and telling her to not cry because if she starts crying, he would too.

Her end ment:

“First of all, thank you truly, so so much for being here tonight and for fighting the cold and the rain. We’re up here moving around, so it’s not too cold, but you’re just sitting there. But you’re still here, so I’m very grateful for that.” She paused a little and looked down.

“I told you, don’t cry,” Mingyu warned her with a smile.

“It’s really hard!” She whined, making Joshua laugh as he patted her back.

Minnie sniffed, ”This still doesn’t feel real if I'm honest, so I’m sure that I’ll cry a lot once I get home and realise what happened today. After not seeing you guys for so long… it will take some time to get used to this again.” She thought about her next words, but decided to say them anyways, “During one of the performances today, I started feeling a very familiar feeling from back in the days that I would get sometimes whenever we performed in front of a bigger crowd. But I held it back because... I thought that it’s not worth being anxious about something so beautiful like this. And now looking at you with your posters and lightsticks,”

“And Sogos,” Hoshi added,

“And the sogos of course,” she laughed, “I remember why we’re doing all of this. During those 2 years, I think, all of us at some point felt a little… lost... and unsure about the future. But today I just got reminded of how amazing it is what we get to do and… who I get to do this with.”

She paused, feeling a lot of tears coming up, “Because it’s… it’s the members for one, but also you guys,” pointing at the crowd, “we’re doing this all together, we’re going through all of this together. And… I’m- I'm so insanely grateful for every single one of you. And the members of course.”

All of the guys “awed” into their microphones, making her laugh.

“Yeah… And...," she chuckled, "I couldn't hold myself back today, so I sneaked closely to the entrance to watch some of you when you got in and I couldn't believe it. You guys made yourself so pretty and showed up in skirts and such beautiful outfits even though the weather forecast said it would rain. I really appreciate that, but I was also so worried for you. It's so sweet of you and I'm definitely going to remember this. I honestly don't think, I will ever be able to completely understand the love that you guys have for us. It's... so grand and I'm not sure if I'll ever... just... realise how big it is. But please know that I appreciate and respect you so SO much. I wish I could explain it with words... but... I can't really... so... I hope that our actions will speak for us."

She took a deep breath, "I’m gonna hold back before I start crying more, but from the bottom of my heart… thank you and please make sure to take a very long hot bath or shower, take some medicine and snuggle into your bed with the heater on, alright? Don’t get sick, we still have a lot more for you guys.” With a wave, an air kiss and a sad smile, her speech ended.

Minnie was on the moving platform with Joshua, Mingyu, and Wonwoo, covered in the sweatshirt and jacket, pockets filled with heating pads, trying to stay as warm as possible.

Wonwoo was trying to comfort her once he noticed that she started tearing up more again while watching the passing fans, waving at them. They stayed close throughout this segment.

A 144p picture indicates that they got a little very close when Wonwoo was asking her if she was alright, but she couldn’t hear him well, so he had to lean in more

Too keep herself from crying, Minnie was focusing on the other members having fun, but that kinda only made her want to cry more.

In another picture, more clear, Minnie was seen raking her fingers through Wonwoo’s hair, trying to keep it out of his eyes - it made both of them smile because the rain was too heavy and just ruined whatever hairstyle she was trying to give him. To not be too obvious, she did the same with Mingyu, who messed up his hair on purpose, earning him a ‘are you serious?’ look from her and a soft slap on his cheek.

She truly actually missed the endless Aju Nice encore and couldn’t help but to smile for almost the entire time.

At some point Wonwoo put a somewhat dry towel over her head and told her to try to keep her hair under it so it wouldn’t get wet and she wouldn’t get sick. Carats joke that that was his Asian mum instinct.

*ੈ₊ Caratland Day Two Highlights ♫ *･

*ੈ₊ Caratland Day Three Highlights ♫ *･

𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼

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#minnie 🌷#seventeen oc #seventeen 14th member #kpop oc

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palaceofpassion · 3 years

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Can we get some follow up for that one involving Jaune breeding Nuts and Dolts. Maybe either Ruby’s turn or the Bees getting bred while the three already breed ladies watch.

Part 2 to @dam1994s original ask! This time its Ruby’s turn, also the reason I didn’t label the first as NTR.

“Ruby.”

This didn’t feel right, it hadn’t felt right for a while now, but now that he actually got the chance to take a look at Ruby’s face he felt torn up about it. “I’d let things get too far…”

“Y...yes…”

She couldn’t even look him in the eyes, staring lifelessly towards her sheets. Patting the sheets in front of him he called his young friend over, “Come here.” He’d have to fix this, “Sorry Penny, we’ll continue later if time allows it.” He’d have to take control of the situation, things had gotten far too out of hand.

“No problem, friend Jaune! Come Ruby it's your turn! Oh I can’t wait! I can’t wait till we’re both big and pregnant! Round bellies with wonderful life in them!”

Jaune rolled his eyes, but left a pleasant smile on his face, that was till he saw how demure Ruby was. The once adventurous team leader was disheartened, broken, just sad. He felt like he’d kicked a puppy, though maybe it was better to say Weiss had. Who was simply smiling at him, to which he shook his head in disappointment. “Ruby, sit now.”

And like the broken puppy she was, she made her way over to him, slowly meandering forward until she was kneeling a foot away. “Look at me.” When she didn’t respond, he simply grasped the bottom of her chin, lifting it slightly so she could shift her gaze to match his. “Ruby.”

“I’m ready…”

He could tell how unready she was, the dark bags under her eyes from crying or with how red her sclera was. She wasn’t doing well at all. “Ruby, you’re not, and you’re not okay.” He took a deep breath as he brought his right hand to her cheek, gently sliding his thumb beneath her eye and clearing the falling tear. “Ruby, if you didn’t want this, you should have said no.”

It took her a moment to start speaking, her lip trembling as she did. “But… but… I would have… everyone would have been disappointed in me.”

“I would not have!”

Penny spoke up, dancing over next to them, thick droplets of semen dripping from her pussy as she landed next to Ruby.

“I wouldn’t have either.”

It looked as if Ruby wanted to say something, but Jaune spoke before her. “She really wouldn’t have. Weiss is just a…” He turned towards his wife, who simply smiled at him, like the princess she knew she was. “A sadist, a very hardcore sadist.”

“You know it~”

“But… she said… and…”

“Ruby, if you didn’t want you or I to get pregnant you should have said something!”

“But…”

“Ruby, it's okay. We can stop here, I...” He scratched the back of his head as an uncomfortable silence followed. “I’m sorry Ruby. You shouldn’t be. I should have noticed you weren’t feeling great.”

“I should have more so.” Penny once again chimed in.

“I just… I want Penny to be happy… but watching her being taken by you… and seeing her face… she was…”

“Oh Ruby! I’m sorry! It was just my first experience with a cock and… and it FELT REALLY Good.”

“Penny not helping.”

“And Weiss was saying…”

“Sorry Ruby, I tend to get REALLY into it when Jaune starts to fuck other women. I do care for you… but it's really hot.”

Again he rolled his eyes at his wife. “And… I don’t think you’d want to have sex with me.”

“Wait no I-”

“HAH! Jaune not wanting to have sex with you?! Are you serious!?”

His face started to flash hot as a sudden realization began to dawn on him. “Weiss, you better not.”

However, that didn’t stop his wife. “Ruby! He’s had a HUGE crush on you for as long as you knew each other! Did you think he just had a thing for Pyrrha and me? Ohohohohoho!”

“What?”

Jaune felt his face flash really hot. “Weiss, that's enough.”

He tried to sound as threatening as he could, but Weiss was having none of it, instead she simply smirked and nodded, “Okay~” He didn’t like the way she said that. Either way this was a moment for Ruby, not for his wife, he’d get to dealing with her later… he hoped.

“Right, well… Ruby I think you’re insanely attractive, I actually thought I’d be having sex with you first.” He couldn’t help but scratch the back of his head as Ruby turned her attention back to him, her eyes widening at the sudden realization.

Gone were her previous fears, the strange sensation she felt in her belly from watching her wife being bred by a man… by her best friend, instead a new strange flitty feeling filled her. She felt a little woozy as she began to finally take in Jaune’s form for the first time. She’d known he’d gotten rather muscular back during their adventures but… looking at him now well… she liked what she saw. And when her eyes fell a little lower? She found she REALLY liked what she saw. So much so she had to fight back the urge that pulled her towards reaching out and stroking it, all on her own.

“Jaune?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you… can you go slow?”

Then he smiled at her, and this time, instead of the rotten feeling that had overwhelmed her earlier, she felt a genuine sense of warmth fill her.

“Of course Crater Face.”

“Hah, thanks Vomit Boy.”

She allowed his fingers to run through her body, gently coasting down her back and curling at the soft swells of her rear. A small shudder ran through her spine, and a soft gasp escaped through her lips. A sudden lightness filled her as he drew close, the edge of his p...dick pressed against her already moist sex. “You sure you want this?”

“Ye...yes please.”

“Alright.”

Her lower body tensed as the sharp pain struck from her crotch, her tight slit began to unfold before the firm strength of his shaft pressing further inside of her. “O...Oww…”

“I can stop.”

“N...no keep going…”

She did her best to ignore the cheers coming from the side, Penny obviously fully in the mood. Or the snide smile coming from Weiss as she watched her ‘man’ have his way with another woman. She knew her friend meant well… but she wasn’t going to concentrate on her wife or Weiss at the moment.

She wanted to concentrate on the fullness running through her. Through his hands gently running against the back of her head, stroking through her dark locks. She wanted to concentrate on the sudden bulge in her belly that slowly rose to the top of her stomach and the new sensation of the tip pushing against her cervix. She felt fuller than she’d ever felt, her body, finally easing into a pleasurable sensation. “Oooph~ Okay, I think… I think I’m good.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

She nodded back to Jaune, who pressed forward, his body suddenly towering on top of her. Her body began to sink into her mattress as he applied all his weight down upon her. Her legs pulled back as he shifted his thighs to pry them forward. She… she’d looked it up before, but she realized this was a mating press. “Sorry Rubes, I may get a little crazy but I re-”

“He wants to breed you so badly Ruby~ He wouldn’t shut up about it all the way here.”

“Weiss!” He hissed at his wife.

A fiery blush kissed Ruby’s cheeks as she realized both Weiss and Penny were now surrounding her. “Nope~ I’m going to tell her all about it… besides, it's not like you can do anything, you’re cocks all nice and warm inside her tight little cunt, you probably don’t want to pull out huh?”

She looked back upon him, her silver eyes scanning his suddenly reddening chest. She felt a mighty feed of satisfaction fill her as he simply began to gyrate his hips, grinding their crotches together as he buried his cock deep inside of her tight little hole. Her pussy tingled, the brustling of his pubic hairs scritching at her entrance was doing funny things to her, and she really liked it.

“Did you know Ruby? That he used to have a crush on you at Beacon.”

“Wei-s.” She felt him try to pull out, her body wanting more of him instinctively reached out, her arms wrapping around the tall of his back, her legs tightly winding around his hips pulling him down. Besides… she kind of wanted to hear the story.

“Well~ You see, he would tell me about what he thought about you… especially when you wore those cute little pajamas, the ones that hugged your tush.”

“Wei-”

Weiss ignored him, “He’d tell me about how he used to imagine, pushing you down, taking you away, dragging you to some closet far away where Yang couldn’t get to you. To pull your clothes down, sliding his big ol cock into your cute little slit. How he wanted to breed that cute little pussy of yours, you REALLY turned him on, you know that?”

“Re...Really?”

“Ye...yes…” She could tell he tried not to admit it, but the twitch inside of her sent little happy feelings through her.

“Not… not Yang?”

“No…”

“Yep~ He wanted YOU, wanted to breed you, to pump you full of his seed. He’d tell me about how many times he just imagined putting a baby into lil old you back in Beacon.”

“Weis-”

“Tut tut tut~ Not done.”

She felt a low growl erupting from within Jaune, his chest vibrating as he suddenly pulled up and then THUMP she felt the air knock from her lungs as he rose up and slammed his massive cock inside of her. Her body suddenly aching for an all new reason as her insides were split apart, her womb shifting upwards against her stomach. She felt him pull back again as he prepared to lunge back in once more.

“You know~ He used to tell me, that when RNJR went out, you guys had food problems sometimes, and well you were a growing girl so-”

“Weiss stop!”

“He would sometimes cum in your soup, you needed protein after all… that of course didn’t stop even as we went on… sometimes I would help pump his cock, make sure you had all the energy a growing girl needed.”

She felt REALLY hot all of a sudden, all those tasty meals she had… that salty sweet flavor she used to love… it all made sense, and… and she tried to look back at Jaune, but then his chest pushed down on her, his hips reeled back and- THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP.

Like a wild beast he’d lost control, his hips now jackhammering into her. Any and all resistance proved futile against his powerful strikes, her rear bounced off the bed, as his heavy balls smashed right into her plump ass. Her cheeks turned a bright red as the heavy set orbs smashed into her with every lunging thrust.

Her insides churned, and her womb began to beg for more! A new experience began to overwhelm her. His arms tightly wrapped around her back, draping downwards as his fingers sunk into her fatty ass. She gasped again, biting into his musculature as he continued his relentless pace.

She couldn’t keep a hold of herself anymore, even more so when Weiss began talking again. “You remember how a few of your panties went missing?”

THUD

He slammed into her again forcing her further into her bed, his thrusts having enough force that she was afraid he’d break it! Or worse, break her at this rate!

“Well~ He has a collection at home, most of them were used of course.”

THUD THUD THUD

“AAAAH!”

She screamed out in pleasure, as he violated her insides, her cervix turning black and blue from the relentless beating he placed upon her. His nails started to carve into the soft round curves of her bottom, digging into her fleshy exterior as he tried to practically fuse the two of them together.

She wanted to cry out, a mixture of pleasured pain swirling inside of her. She wanted to say something, but her throat burned, his aura seeping into her body sending violent chills throughout. She received no warning as he pushed himself down, pressing ALL of his weight down on her small sleek figure. She couldn’t tell what was happening at first, her pussy numbed from the sheer force of their sexual escapades, but when her womb began to fill her ovaries hungrily drinking the new found liquid spreading within her. She knew he’d cum inside, that the reason he was clinging to her so tightly was to make sure that not. A . single. Drip. would. Spill. Out.

Her toes curled as SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT He unloaded gallons of spunk within her. Her body shook to its core as a powerful orgasm filled her, the new sensation of being filled, the womanly parts of her finally over joyed to have fulfilled their mission. She lost it. “AaaHhHahaha!” She held on, her fingers sinking into his back, clawing against the strong musculature, holding onto dear life all while her eyes rolled back, her tongue hung out and her everything started to collapse.

“Oh dear~ She couldn’t handle it…”

“Ah… dang… damn it Weiss why’d you have to say that.”

“Oh please! You WANTED to do that.”

Jaune rolled his eyes again at his wife, though he didn’t deny her claim.

“Sorry Penny, we may have to wait ti-”

“Breed her more!”

“But sh-”

“She’s stuck to you! Make sure she’s all nice and knocked up! Do it! Do it!”

Jaune felt a new found fear for the plucky Orangette… maybe there was something up with the color Orange.

“Fine.”

Well, he felt bad for Ruby, but he DID have a job to do. “I’ll go again.”

THUD THUD THUD

And so he refused to let up, even as Ruby hung tightly to him on nothing but instinct, her senses frayed and broken. He’d have to make sure she was nice and knocked up, after all an Arc always kept their promises.

#Ruby Rose #Penny Polendina #Jaune Arc #Weiss Schnee #notdoingthebees

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